Every memory takes me back to you.

Sounds, tastes, colours. The stack of forniture in the house anxiously waiting for your arrival
to write new pages of its story.

I close my eyes and there you are.
Steady and embracing.

I can feel your sapidity, how you can be
sweet and savory at the same time.
You’re stinging, smelling of sea.

I can feel you. You’re right here.

I wait for you.
And in your absence I cherish your memories.
I recollect our moments.
I play with them.

Wait for me, summer.