Creative Poetry

Simple Summers

I miss the simplicity of summers long ago, the days when we would catch butterflies with our broken purple nets.

The times we built little cities and made up stories lying on our backs.

I miss the bleached blonde hair and the dark brown lines.

The bright red rings that formed around our eyes.

And bracelets that we wore too long, that littered letters in a sequence.

But what I really wish I could’ve kept, was the way I loved you then.

The long warm nights of bunk bed laughter, and the soft holding of your hands.

I couldn’t see just then how things would go, the way we sometimes are like strangers.

And if it matters to you at all, I’d just like to say, I miss the way that we were sisters.  

Photo Credits: Nate Samui

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