What Summer Meant

The sweat trailing down my temple.

The thin shirt plastered to my back.

The shorts riding up my thighs.

Anything to keep cool.

Hair tied up, neck exposed.

The sharp gaze of the sun, trying to catch my eye.

Each breeze that passed by, a blessing.

I could feel my shoes melting beneath me.

Each day longer.

Each night too warm for sweaters.

My boots collecting dust in my closet.

My skin changing to speckled bronze.

Begging for the sweet release of Winter.

Craving it's icy nails across my skin.

Lusting for goosebumps and red noses.

Wanting a reason to ask you for warmth.