for elisa.

1.  I remember summer like
abandoned boat houses, mornings at the bay, and naps on the dock.
like, for the next two months we will count our sins on fingers and at least three times a day be considered holy.
like, divinity in the form of sun cast down on fields and modesty in the walls of green buildings.
i remember summer like safe.
summer like love.
like home.

2.  You, came to us in the middle.
with bright eyes and guards right up.
you came with gifts, and you came with no intentions.
and you left with a tan and a few scratches.

3.  I, call you 'Birdy'
you are not feathered nor hollow boned,
but your hair is a blackbird shade of mystery
and sometimes i catch you dancing in the back of the room during church services.
you tell me that your feet don't hurt,
and sometime i think that you're lying,
and just believe the pain is worth it.

4.  I remember September like
goodbyes and snail mail,
like calling you beautiful.
Like wishing you were here with your tan and your scratches,
and your mystery.
I remember yesterday
like repeat
repeat
repeat.

5.  I miss you.