you and i, frolicking and dancing through the sprinklers is what i think of first

warm city parks, drizzling rain, music from car speakers and festivals of the arts

grass, green grass, unkempt, the ground swollen with rainfall

the ground cracked, dry under the sun

wisps of cloud stretched, scratched, swept across a canvas of pinks and soft blue

soft blue

my eyes

soft blue

yours are hazel

god, i’ll miss you.