refound part two

Barefoot on our summer lawn, trying to dance between the leaves we blew kisses through dandelions, talking about nothing in particular as the colors of the sun began to rise and you only asked if I was ok to drive. Out stretched at arms length, we painted ourselves with only glances. All those beautiful voices left vacant without ears, undisputedly forgotten with the next words, “I will not ask you to repeat yourself.” A few minute train ride to ease the passing of the day is all it takes.