I remember that summer when I
Used to walk down from my house listening to music that
Filled my life with color,
Walking to the rhythms of red
And blue and
Like the grass I stepped on,
Like the grass we used to lay on at six in the evening
Listening to songs with lyrics that
Summarized the story of you and me.
I remember it like a
Polaroid ten years old
And bleeding color,
Faded but still hanging on the wall
Hastily stapled to the east side wall
As if one small draft from my
Open windows could blow it away.