oh, to relive

It's funny, they were such good memories. All quiet and wind- swept. Sidewalk burning hot and your eyes electric bluegreen- brown against the park setting. Your hand sticky-wet against mine. The car blares, then, loud and coarse against our PDA. But, of course, we laugh anyway. Now I feel the same memory and it's dizzier; the world spinned a little too fast, my heart beat a little too deeply. Your skin so warm against my shaking lips, and I think, this was too heavy for that little girl to hold. A man like you, grey shirt between my knuckles, a sunny day, and my first attempt at choking.