To choose a single memory
Summer 2015, free and flying
Of festivals and lakes and
Flirtatious sunsets
Among the many things
Unforgettable, irreplaceable,
It would be the boy
Curled up and laughing
Hands over his flushed face
He runs fingers through his hair
Eyes sparkling in childish glee
Too strong for me, too strong
He glances at us, and his whole being
Is a dead-giveaway
Giggles spill over his lips like
A waterfall in spring.
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