It Was Summer
The sun blossomed into the sky,
the fruit in the trees birthed seeds
and tasted so sweet.
The flowers fed the bees,
and dad mowed the lawn
after weeks he avoided it;
he said he could feel your
hands still on the handlebar.
And for days we avoided touching
your car.
And for days the height from the window
to the driveway felt so far,
and you seemed so hard to wake up
even after I laid beside you
and held onto the sky.
Did it ever feel this way, last July?
I wondered if the birds had mistaken you
and given you the hope that you’d fly.
I dreamt that you really did,
and you kept on going,
and you never stopped,
and the summer never went away,
and it never will until you come back.