The air is thick but the breeze runs swiftly,

And the road winds daintily

As you drive us to our favorite place.

The one we know so well

From years of picnics and adventures,

Accompanied by fires, stories, kisses.

We pull up and sit in our usual spot.

The one rubbed raw with endless days

Covered in bare skin and blazing sun.

I look across the way and I love

How we know each nook and cave

That our place holds proudly.

But something, today, is new

In this picture I've looked upon

So fondly so many thousand times.

Today, a large crease bows right

Down the middle of our

Summer banner.

I point it out and watch

As your cheeks pink sweetly, suddenly.

You raise your stubbled face to mine

And claim it was you who put in there.

That giant shaded line in the sky,

You say you put it there.

The explanation, you continue, is simple.

This place -- our place,

Was one you never wanted to leave.

So, you say, you just folded it up

Tenderly, with all the care in the world,

And you slipped it into your pocket.

I smile a second, sharing your love,

As you take my hand

And lead me down to the water

Where I'm just close enough

To run my hand across the gentle crease.

My hand flows and flowers

Down the length of the divot

And reaches the clear surface of the lake.

In it I stumble upon a face so familiar.

It's my own reflection.

Except, in this image, I seem to have a new feature.

I look to you and once again you blush.

There's a hint of a star in your eyes

As I watch your hand rise to my face

Like you've done so many thousand times.

Your hand slides across my skin

And moves along the delicate marking

Of a crease that runs right through it.