I don't ever remember us having a lot
But we had enough.
I remember fingers pressing into the dirt, staring at the door.
It wasn't raining so we were outside.
we were always outside.
By the plastic swing, swinging endlessly,
Twisting and twisting getting tangled in with he washing.
Swinging around the pole you brushed the ants off my leg
I liked disturbing the nest.
Screaming in my own little nightmare as if I didn't know what was to come.
Summer was the best
Summer's when I miss you most.