Young

Summer days stretched on for eternity,
Burned in my memory
Like sun-scorched earth in July.
Foreverlong months of movement,
Of bike rides and hula hoops,
Snow cones and late night movies.
When we’d park with blankets in truck beds
And count stars as they woke in the sky,
Soaking all the moments while we can.
I remember all of it like yesterday,
Breeze rolling down my hair like rain,
Holding me still in the heat.