do you remember the summer nights we spent tangled in my sheets?
your shirt was thrown somewhere across the room
it took us minutes to find it
there was no speaking
there was only the physical representation of our love
i should've know that we were coming to an end
when i knew where your shirt was
there was no heat of the moment
there was simply the moment
that we thought we had to share
because if we shared that intimacy
maybe it would be okay again
i want those summer nights back
YOU ARE READING
The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
