Last Summer

The world seemed to slow down
like the endless crimson sunset
we seemed to admire.
Your name—
Slow. 
Easy. 
Soft as a feather. 
My name—
Fast. 
Hard. 
Sharp on he face. 
Yet, the details fade; 
Your face, I evade. 
The choices I made
Last summer.
Never under the strobe lights, 
did we dance; 
Never by the firelight, 
did we kiss. 
Last summer, 
a memory of mere words
and a waltz of quick eyes before
our own worlds returned. 
Last summer, 
a fantasy. 
You and me. 
Me. 
You. 
Last summer. 

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