fifteen

sweet summer grass, delicate daydreams,

and the sticky! messy! joys that came with being fifteen.

with you, there was always too much to feel -

i wonder if you still think about me.

i still remember our walks by the seaside,

you once let me wear your lilac tee.

as the scent of your vanilla perfume filled the air,

i found myself lost in my own secret beam.

i wonder if you still think about me.

i wrote you a letter that i never let you read,

your necklace made me color all my hearts in green.

i look at you wandering in a rainbow painted field,

and i wonder if you still think about me.

now i miss the sun and i miss your light,

but also your eyes - what a dream!

i know i was only fifteen and there’s still so much to see,

but i do wonder:

do you ever think about me?

- Siya