I asked you once what your favorite memory was and I expected something like a Christmas morning from your childhood. Instead what you did was paint a picture of a memory so vivid it felt like my own.
It was a midsummer night near the shores of a New York Ocean.
The house belonged to your lover’s father but it was empty for the weekend, so you both packed a bag and began a new day.
Each night you tucked yourself into paperwhite sheets, next to a body surrounded by heat.
You took your time falling asleep taking in every detail from the way her breath rose and fell, to the breeze that carries the smell of salt. You memorized the sound of the shutters, their back and forth like the shores outside and how they matched the beat of your heart.
If you ever see me dreaming this is where I am, in the sheets wrapped up next to you and in the breeze that moved the shutters. I wasn’t the girl in your memory but I wish I had been. Now that you are gone the memories of you are all I have, so when my mind seems to wander I am walking the beaches with you, hand in hand.
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