her
her
she said, “stop treating me like a kid”
she said it as she sat down along the sand
hair beach-ily damaged
and skin nicely tanned
that’s when she asked me,
“would you remember me in a year?”
slowly her eyes drifted to the sand
not ready for the tear
and chuckling i couldn’t forget her
the way the beach had stared
at someone who stood by me
and someone who actually cared
Oh, I’ll remember the time
where the sun had kissed her cheeks,
scattering freckles along her face,
lasting weeks
fireworks sparkling
like a thousand wishes
that never came true
that’s when she said,
“you’re the only one that came through”
she smiles above all
she laughs above everyone
looking at her tears,
Thinking god, what have I done
the summer memories,
always are a blur
but it was all worth it,
since it was all for her
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