A Weekend I Wish You Were Here

It is a weekend I wish you were here,

meeting my nephew and playing with puppies,

swimming in the pool and dancing in the grass,

knowing you’d be the perfect one

to help me distract

two traumatized children,

then stepping away

to drive up and down Ocean Avenue together

with your hand in mine,

as it was mere weeks ago,

catching sunrise and sunset on the shore,

having a dinner date

in my favorite small beach town,

smiling all night,

giddy over the fact I could finally show it to you,

eating ice cream to the sounds of waves crashing,

leaning into you to watch the stars,

kissing you in hopes to freeze the moment,

for I know it would be one

I’d never want to end


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