Summertime.

Bare feet slapping windshields,
while hair whips her face.
Bathing suit tan lines,
I could never replace.

Popsicle kisses,
toenails painted red.
She can see the mental camera
I'm clicking in my head.

The photos I reviewed
when her life slipped away....
I kissed her the last time,
that monumental day.

Make the clock spin backwards,
take her back to the sea.
To the moment when she surfaced,
and ran straight to me.