I remember a good summer
bright with promise,
crushes and sex,
my memory nebulous
a floating soundtrack to the sun.
If only I could remember more.
Not every winter was barren,
not every summer bright,
it’s on the edge of something wonderful
an awakening of senses
delightful and distressing
all at once.
I dig through memories
as I dig through photos
and profiles of people long past
but nothing resurfaces beyond the
blurred feelings.
It was a good summer though.
I’m sure of it
but there are only two songs
that confirm it
and vague feelings of passing
sexuality and fleeting insanity
but it’s in there, if tenuous.
r.l.w