sense cool blue like summer’s evening washes gently over this puddle soaked dusk in june the air thick with night it’s like i’m here again i might as well be it tastes like new grass and i shiver it is going to be cold tonight i remember the ground gives a little as my bare feet carry me still wet from the rain it’s raining right now but i’m there colored in twilight smeared by tears which come to rest quietly on my face here and again leaving small flower petals like salt and stars i’m sure this didn’t happen the first time but it will happen every time i remember i can tell