when everything was in a constant state of summer.
when sleepovers went on for weeks and no one else seemed to matter.
when a blanket of salt air we brought to bed waited for us to wake.
when fear wasn’t a factor and south pacific street was the furthest we’d wander.
before we grew to be different sizes in different places
before driver’s licenses and secrets
before drunken nights that diluted the harsh taste of growing up
and mistakes too heavy for pier surfs to take the weight any longer.
before boys learned our names
who introduced us to first heartbreaks and ‘will you be my bridesmaid?’s
before we learned things were bound to change til it was too late
and life burdened us with seasons.
