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, flailin...
