i try not to think of you; the last of the summer's rain ushers in the changing. you hated the cold. it just reminded you of how alone you were, having no one to hold close. we only had so many winters. six feet under, and i want the earth cradling you to be enough, until i..

do you remember how it was? we'd catch fireflies in our hands and sift through the reeds, mud up to our knees. we were small, and so was the world. you don't laugh like that anymore.