That summer we swam and laughed and talked

and nothing separated our shadows.

Leaves cast in midnight moon painted thin on your skin,

when stargazing was just an excuse.

White hot days and sticky popsicle stick hand holding,

made the nights swim in pools of dream.

I told you I loved you, and you told me my plans for world domination

would always hold a place for you at my side.

Your mom yelled at us for water balloon rigged mailboxes,

and watermelon seeds left like fallen Parachuters across her swept porch.

It was the summer before Josh, and I was happy

falling asleep with you in the afternoons on a cracked green porch swing.