Lost more thoroughly with each farewell.
It was a love borne of summer winds and hair damp and fragrant with chlorine pool water or else matted with the brown, murky expanses of still lakes.
It was a love borne of star-filled nights and shallow breathing.
It's a love long passed into shadows, but with each year as the world begins to warm your breath comes back to me on the soft summer sun.
With each gentle breeze, phantom arms wrap around me.
The increasing warmth of every passing day contradicts the growing coldness of your heart until the friction sets my heart ablaze.
My inexperienced hands sent your car slowly, lurching up hills until you took the steering wheel and I sat in the passenger side, my heart fluttering in desperation.
Sweating in the concave backs of my knees and on the nape of my neck.
Summer heat sent my boiling heart into overdrive.