An easy golden silence
Orange zest, vanilla bean and summer rain
And all those little perfect things I never could explain
Salty ocean air drifts over a glimmering cerulean sea
I cannot fathom how you hold such stars within your hands, such stars behind your eyes
A boy crafted from sunlit strands and toothy grins, from sun-spackled laughter, from love songs crooning static serenades over the radio as raindrops patter on the pavement
This poem doesn’t do you justice