Dear You

We walked through my neighbourhood at night, footstep echoes muffled by the suburban trees, from one streetlight puddle to the next, in the middle of the road. We played loud music and sang along louder. We breathed in the summer’s dying exhale. The park was in shadows, the stars and moon far overhead. We climbed up and sat at the top of the slide, laughing, kissing.

It was the kind of moment that filled up all the places we ever thought were empty.

I remember sitting in your lap, singing softly now with your beautiful eyes watching me, your voice quiet when you said, “This is perfection.”