summer’s haze

every now and then i smell a memory
bubble gum and summer sun
the feel of our hips touching
as we lay
side by side
in the warm grass
fingers entwined
sweat beading lightly along my spine
laughing and drinking and
doing so much more than thinking
our youth a shield to
real life worries
it seems so long ago
those sunny days
that passed into longing and sepia-tones
painted with nostalgia born of age
i long to sit in summer’s haze

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