"We were smoking cigaretteswith weed at the end on the front lawnone afternoon last summer.I’ll..."

“We were smoking cigarettes

with weed at the end on the front lawn

one afternoon last summer.

I’ll never forget your glossy eyes

or the way the words came from

your lips when you told me that you

wished it could always be like this.

The summer of being invincible

you say now. The summer

when I realized how much I do

really love you, I say to myself.

You were the first person

to ever make me feel alive,

to ever make me feel comfortable

with being inside of a body

that I did not pick out myself.

That day, last summer, with your elbows

matching the color of your cheeks;

light pink like the sky before it faded

into a black blank space

that only the stars could find a home in.

That summer, that moment,

that memory of when I knew

that I finally found someone

who was worth writing about.”

- “That summer,” - Colleen Brown