The Scarlett Locket

You live in the summer

Sun that set on us.

An orange I lust 

For. 

It holds the passion 

Of the moment.

The months 

I ran with bare feet

Down the beach 

With you chasing me. 

I had only turned 23.

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What was that,

Baby blue? 

I knocked you down 

on a whim,

It’s a natural talent 

To miss all the pins 

I aimed for. 

There you were 

Showing up at my apartment door. 

Face on display,

Full force, unlike before 

And 

I’m not tempted

To go back to the grave. 

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Ktown and smoke rings,

Polaroids and shoe strings 

You tied for me 

At midnight.

How am I to get home 

When I don’t want to go? 

There’s a dress

I dirtied at a show 

And I keep souvenirs

Of my happiness 

To remind myself 

I’m never far 

From the summer 

I let myself live.