One day we will be aged,
like fine wine, we will become sweeter.
Thriving on the memories of youth.
Summertime, what it felt like for our feet to graze the warmth of the sand,
enjoying sunsets in a bikini that was always one size to small.
The taste of beer on our thirsty tongues,
kisses that remain engraved on our lips like tattoos.
What it felt like when he held on and never let go.
One day we will wake up and enjoy days filled with memories we can hardly believe we once lived.
No longer sad about the passing of time.
No longer trying to hold onto something that once belonged to us.
We will sip our coffee slowly, with simple enjoyment of what once was.
The honor of knowing this little life of mine, was a masterpiece.