for Summer.

I dreamt we lived in a new world, you and me, you and I, where a million paper bats would dart across the sky, too many to count with our own small human eyes. The people didn't understand us, as people never seem to do, dismissing what is obvious for what they think is right and true. Only living life as is seen from behind the window slats, and disregarding all the insects, the grass stains, and the bats. So we banished them, their simian fingers, and their curly hair, in favor of our counting games in the wild, open air. We abandoned their ideals and all their different kinds, and we carried on our days and nearly left you blind, but you didn't seem to mind. So as you keep along your journey, my undeserving brain seems to wander toward your house some days as I stand there in the rain. And though there is the lightning and my sopping, auburn hair, I will wait duly by your doorstep till I find you standing there.