the summertime will always make me think of you,
the time we drove three hours to find the perfect spot
just to roll around in each other
underneath an orange sun

the summertime will always make me think of you,
how we shirked all responsibilities
in exchange for bottled up bad decisions
and blamed the heat

the summertime will always make me think of you,
county lines
and reaching our fingers
into buckets of cherries,
when we were too full for anything
but dreaming and planning for our future

when it’s colder, that is
when the seasons change

the summertime will always make me think of you,
the sweltering, the clutching
the beaded sweat running down your back
I love you, I love you
we’re shouting it off cliffs and the moon is laughing back at us
the AC is broken and you’re blowing on my neck
the ice cream truck is singing, but we can’t keep up
the summer is you, my darling
the summer is us

I can still feel you when the cicadas sing.

I wonder,
can you feel me?