live on, summer

this summer felt inexhaustible. the sweet smelling heat, beach sand and twilight was enough for me to live on.

i devoured books and time and sunlight

we shared it with friends, family, and alone.

in moments, I drifted away from myself, pouring me into them- their summer, memories and moments. i made it everything for them.

but i made it everything for me too. and it was, and more.

. . .

i recently read that we only have 80 summers. obviously, that's no guarantee and personally, i hope for more. but when you hear something like that, it stops you. and you count.

they've only used four and six. and i'm choosing not to count mine, today. i am thankful for this summer. the one that's passed, but still lingers. the sweet one with her leftover imaginings. the one that will always live on.