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