I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. . .

We were young and beautiful that summer
So I’ll write about the sun
And the grass and the trees
About the air conditioning and fans
Sleeveless shirts and sweat.
Salty kisses
Salads and fruit
Dirt and laughing
Planting New flowers and ancient passions
And I’ll skip
the things
We left unsaid
For the fear that confrontation
Would grow and shadow
Our ignorance in a solid
Shade of reality
I’ll speak about the beauty
Of the leaves and your smile
my laugh
your eyes green sometimes
Although I think maybe blue
With that view
I think of us and my brown eyes
I think maybe black
And how I saw my mostly first and true
True enough
Love

© 2014 Christal Coakley