In your backyard, the sun on our faces. Your hand slipped in mine. Your smiling down at me, touching my hair. I giggle and look up at the sky. I'm wondering what your thinking about me. Do you think I'm some frivolous, naive middle schooler or do you see me as a beautiful young woman? You pull me close to you and I gasp as I feel your arms wrap around me. Then I relax and lean into you. You kiss the top of my head and stroke the side of my face. You pull back and look into my eyes. You lean in and lick your lips. Then your lips are pressed against mine.
I open my eyes and look around remembering that I am alone. I remember that you are no longer here. Something is missing. Is it you? Is it your kisses? No, it's us. I miss the place that used to be us. I miss me and you. You and me. I wonder what I can do to get you back. What can I do to get us back?