perfect summer love young, bubbly, free fingers tentatively touching floating in the here and now
summer dresses flinging yourself into the sea crocs and socks 'i could laugh at how perfect this is'
waving goodbye sobbing tears of regret collapsing into a dense point of infinite blackness
next time hold back wrapped up tight
at least now I know why love is found by falling unstoppable, flailing ending in a bone shattering slam into the ground
will there be a next time? never again
