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Summer Storms
Do you remember I used to always bring a book to the pool?
I never actually read them; I was too busy staring at you
I loved the way your eyes glowed in the sun, golden
The way you’d laugh as if it was something you couldn’t hold in
My flip-flops on the wood, the footprints dripping wet
I wonder if they’re still there, on that decaying deck
Do you hear my voice like a whisper in the breeze?
In the waves of endless summer, in the scorching heat
I can’t think about summer without thinking about you
You always felt like summer did, sweet and blue
I still remember the end, how the storm came, dark days
My towel over my head, looked behind me as I fled
I remember your voice through the thunder, through the screams
How your words felt like iron, crushing me beneath
I remember your eyes, glinting like knives, how they cut
I remember shivering there, in the dark, my twisted gut
I thought I was the bad guy, I thought I messed us up
I thought I was the reason that there was no more “us”
I knew you wanted me to say something, scream the words
But I’m glad that I didn’t, that when I whispered I wasn’t heard
Because, I think, sometimes, things break, they cascade and burn
We’re dreamers, seeing our reflections in the waves of the world
I think, sometimes, my light glistens and reflects too much
It’s hard when drowning in the water to know who to trust
But, if I remember one thing about summer, it’s that it comes back around
And, if I remember one thing about life, it’s that all that’s lost will be found
In the waves crashing down
The sunset, golden now
We will be found
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