Summer
In all the uncertainty
in the hazy maze of days that pass between us
in your green eyes that change to blue and back to green
in the way you know me.
You show up at my door when I leave to see you
you call when I'm thinking of you
you stay, when I say its OK to leave.
Feeling.
Its happening again.
I am beginning to feel after so long.
It's strange and I question it, but there it is.
And I'm excited.
For the warm summer days
filled with reading outside and lemonade,
summer dresses and straw hats,
kissing and holding hands with out gloves,
letting our skin touch in public without garment restraints.
Heres to the Summer.
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