I miss the easy days. The layin' out under blue sky, high breezy days that strike mind as hardly fleeting as the last weeks before the seasons change. Before the sun runs out of juice and we can still squeeze rays that brighten, tinge horizons orange, before freezing rain replaces thunderstorms, dropping stings that strike skin spitefully instead of lightenin'. Afternoons that bled into twilights when me and you would lay, fit together better than a two-pack of plastic spoons, watch the pinky-nail moon hurtle itself around us, and ourselves plummet between pinpricks in the velvet ceiling.
i miss those early morning showers hastened because you overslept
ReplyDeleteor so my mother always says. I miss those 35 min bus rides where more homework was completed than actually at home. the lockers, where game was sharpened and the epitome of cool was created. the yes or no checkboxes cuz maybe wasnt an option. those two shirts to school cuz i would always find a way to get pizza or chocolate milk stains on my clothes. the movies when the lights were switched and heads were consequently on desks. i miss those times.