Summer, I’m going to miss you.
More than the ocean misses the shore.
I’m going to miss
Your eternally messed up sandy hair
Falling on your imperfect face.
The way your eyes remind me of waves,
Dark, deep blue and full of life.
The way your tan, calloused hand fits mine,
While we stroll on the beach,
Getting the insides of our feet scratched up
By the sand.
Our long bike rides on the PCH,
Filled with me falling over and getting scratched up.
Our midnight conversations
Of love, loss, and tacos,
Hidden in fluffy pillows and blanket forts.
The eternal battle of cuddling
Or not sweating for the rest of the night.
The polaroid sessions that will soon
Become only pictures on my wall,
Instead of hours of laughter and music.
The hours of reading poetry by your side,
Breathing in the rhymes and feeling.
The car rides to Safeway and Trader Joe’s
To pick up sunscreen and cheap wine.
The bonfires on the beach, in the backyard,
And by the stove.
The books filled with stories
Just like ours,
But they just don’t capture
The way we loved.
The Netflix movies that
Showed a coffee lover falling for tea drinker
Or a bunch of rebellious teenagers
Falling in love for the first time,
Just like us.
The mornings filled with iced coffee,
But don’t forget the creamer, love.
The study sessions featuring
Paper, paper, and more paper
Waiting to be filled with endless scrawls of notes.
But, most of all, summer,
I’m going to miss the way you made me feel,
The way I was your season of fun,
When we loved like
The ocean loves the shore.Share