I Met You in the Summer

He walked up to me with Converse of black

His loose curls the color of the sun’s rays

Sauntered confidently; said, “My name’s Jack”

Skateboard under his arm, God in the haze

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We walked down the path, sat in the cool shade

Palms lit the way, our feet lit the smoked sand

He lit the joint, looked at me unafraid

I coyly smiled then he took my hand

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We giggled like children caught in the act

His fingers tucked my hair behind my ear

I wondered to myself: was this abstract?

That thought disappeared, I was fully here

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Oh my summer love, does it have to end?

Winter will never come- let’s just pretend