On Being Drawn Back to Summer

on being drawn back to summer through after shave

through that blue button up that sits waiting 

warmth to be brought out again 

through old spice and salt and hurt feelings 

through you

you and your desperately familiar smile

your sentence structure and laugh 

the way you lean in 

it means nothing to you and everything to me 

or something i can't decide 

it's not even obsession anymore it's a dull ache that seeps into the back of my mind 

we don't talk as much but don't we? 

we speak of you and i wish that bothered me but i could listen to you forever 

I want so desperately to be brawn back to summer