This Was Your Summer

This was 

your summer.

Your

portrait.

The field

of wild daisy

whisper

to you.

They sing

of your beauty

as you

let the sun

warm your 

head. 

The world

does 

not see your 

beauty,

not even 

for a moment.

I do.

I see it

in this photo.

I am your 

future.

These

are all

the parts

of me

split into

four.

You have 

only one.

If you

are lucky

your 

future

will

remember

your past,

and connect 

it for

you. 

Let it circle

your heart. 

This was 

your summer

and for a 

moment

as I let 

the tears

puddle

down 

my cheeks,

it was 

ours.