Sunny without a chance

The forecasted rain

Went away so

We walked to the pool that day

And talked about how

I’m not very good with change

How in the summer I wear sweaters

And after he left

I tried to catch his shadow,

Make it stay.

But my sweaters became too heavy

Eventually

And the shadow never smiled

Like he had.

We sat on the cement edge by

A cerulean “5 ft. deep” sign

Toes dipping in and out

Of summers first frigid kiss.

I stared at my reflection in the water

Freckles and flyaway hairs,

And determined to finally

let the shadow

Go.

To fold my sweaters and box them up,

To let this season be both beautiful and hard

To let it only belong to itself.