June

Take me home.

Take me back to the place where the air is fresh and salty,

where you can hear the soft crashing of waves on the hot sand,

the smell of surfboard wax and coconut scented sunscreen.

I miss the slight sting on my skin after countess hours under the hot sun.

I miss the golden tan on my chest and the freckles that scattered endlessly over my face.

I close my eyes and I’m there again.

I close my eyes and suddenly, you’re there too.

I feel the weight of your head on my shoulder,

the soft brush of your tousled hair against my skin.

I feel the heat that radiates off your sunburnt chest

as I trace circles on your skin with my fingers,

feeling your steady heartbeat as you nod off to sleep.

Take me home.

Take me back to slow dancing in your backyard,

the soft melody of my favorite song drifting through the midnight air

as you press your lips, ever so lightly, against my forehead.

I miss being able to listen to that song.

I miss the feeling of your hands intertwined with mine,

the sound of you strumming on that old guitar,

playing songs about love and whiskey and pickup trucks,

about backroads and small towns and summertime.

In this moment, we were endless. Just two kids,

young and dumb and so desperately in love.

But as summer came to an end, so did we.

I left town and you left me.

I open my eyes and it’s October again,

and I remember how long it’s been since we’ve spoken.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading