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.
13+
Very beautiful <3 I love this.