This song reminds me of summer.

remember that summer when we met

at church
and under no presumptions.

We were friends

and at the height of this reign;
close buddies.


remember that summer when I told you

I could love you
and that I liked your blue eyes and cute knees.

I picked dandelions for you

in the field, but
ripped them up when I saw you coming.


remember that summer when you told me

that I was just a friend,
and not much more; not close buddies.








Remember the winter afterwards?