One Summer

Hey, it's me.

I just wondered if you

(remembered jumping in puddles
in white socks and pressed cotton,
because it was the closest we
would come to touching the sky,
because we could feel it slipping
through our fingers,
and we knew the end, before the
beginning.

remembered grass-stained backs
and bemused sheep,
because fields are the home of lovers,
because the ground was fertile,
with a kiss that grew into something more
between the daisies and bracken,
but the skies were never in our
favor.

remembered silent lullabies
and microwave popcorn,
because I was always hungry in
the mornings,
because I was always woken by the light
and you only knew the dark.

because fields grow barren in the winter.)

got my messages. I know how temperamental technology can be.