Have you ever had a present moment electrify a specific past memory?
A summer day.
Will Smith & DJ Jazzy Jeff’s
‘Summertime’ on the tape deck.
Kids swimming at the local pool.
I’m in the basement with my crush.
He sits close to me. His brown skin so beautiful next to my pale wrists.
He tells me stories of his Father’s struggle for a Green Card.
I listen with my own immigration scarf I hide.
He holds my hand, sweat beading on his forehead.
Nerves meet his mouth as he kisses my cheek.
I wonder what ever happened to him?
How seasons during our adolescent years gave us tempting transitions, promises of forever young.
Being wistful can allure what we once were, and what we can never get back.