June 10th.

Will this be the last time?
the last time my heart bursts when I look at you,
my cheeks cramp from smiling-- like really smiling-- when we’re together,
wind in my hair, the lake matching your blue eyes...

Will this be the last time?
the last time our eyes meet for a blissful second too long,
flutter in my stomach with my head on your shoulder,
calloused bare feet and tan skin, running your hands through my damp, knotted hair--

Will this be the last time?
the last time your sunscreened arms wrap me up,
golden sun and a picnic basket, it feels so right.

August 31st.

Will this be the last time?