Love Like Summer
If I could catch this feeling in a jar,
like a child catching lightening bugs at dusk,
I would.
I would close the lid tight,
holding it inside,
and hug it to my chest.
Laying down in the grass,
staring at it with wonder,
I would hide it from all the other kids.
Because this feeling is mine,
like the hours in summertime.
No one else needs to know;
no one except us.
Because you’ve filled a jar too;
don’t worry, I won’t tell.
And you look at it with awe,
perched high up on your bookshelf.
Every once in awhile you take it down,
I hope you think of me.
Someday we’ll let it fly free,
I’ll open my jar,
and you’ll open yours;
and the contents will find each other,
fluttering about above the grass,
connecting the layers of our lives,
like stars in a summer sky.
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