September

When I look back
on you and I
and water guns
and summertime
I swear the way
you looked at me
September days
will never be
the same
or even ever be
as warm as you were
next to me

We ran away
from who knows what
to find a place
where we could touch
each others hearts
with fingertips
that memorized the look I saw
within your eyes, the hook and draw
was more than I could bear
and I was taken in
over my head
don't try to fight
relax instead
Your face
when next to mine
is like a place
I only find sometimes

I am at home
when I am next to you