Authored: July 4, 2018

Southern air: thick, heavy, ethereal
Ghostly projections of you, of me, of us, of then
To dance again through those long summer nights
Our limbs intertwined, hands locked, warm
Weaving a web to entangle ourselves
To embrace in such fleeting bliss
Fighting nothing, feeling everything
It flickers like summer stars over our heads that turn upward.
Your gaze meets mine. We witness one another.
And then you fade into that dark night.