I feel the sunshine kiss my face like an old friend
Like a coffee shop meeting
After a long time apart.
The warmth brushes past my face in faint traces
Of smiles and laughter and past graces
Bringing memories of days when we would play with grass stained knees
Eating berries from brambles and pinching our toes into shoes much too tall for us.
We clunked along
In those days full of sun.
When you’re here they seem so close.
I can feel the raspberry seeds stuck between my teeth
And taste the chill of frozen freezies dripping down my face.
The shadows slip away and those cumulus clouds fade from my mind
And I bask in the sun
Until you leave
And all I have is a coffee glass growing cold within my hands
The fading stain of your lips upon the rim.
Then, the cold comes creeping in
Smothering the light
Blanketing the brightness in silent uniformity
Eking out the pain of huddling in the tire swing alone
Of monkey bars I couldn’t cross
The color yellow
Mud forts we built stained our hands
Only to have them hosed down
It’s like waiting by the phone to hear your voice.
The weatherman calls for partial sun
But it never comes
And you never call
And the day remains gray.