What little time we had together held more memories than my mind can hold.
In a few minutes, you made me feel like we had lived lifetimes across universes.
We were generous with each other, never stingy with our stories.
And as time went on the lines between fact and fiction began to blur.
But it was okay. We knew from the start that the end was in sight.
We gave each other the parts of ourselves we were desperate to be rid of.
Heat made us inseparable, but even the sun will eventually burn out.
And the gilded edges we'd framed our trysts in, began to chip and flake away.
When we kissed for the last time, we released whatever breathes we'd held.
Some things can never be rekindled, once the embers are dead.
And when I see you now, I smile the way I do with strangers.
Polite and distant. No hope of conversation, not on these busy city streets.
Summer loving was berry-stained lips and teeth meeting in a kiss..
I wouldn't trade these memories for anything, but seasons do change
and the world keeps turning. Berries are sweet but not quite filling.