One summer I spent half the day waiting in my room, laying on my bed waiting for someone to text me back. Beach music softly played from my laptop. I knew he would though because he always did.
Another summer I spent hours scrubbing off his finger prints. I got really skinny. My cheeks were hallowed.
One summer I laid in bed, with a small smile. He doesn’t touch me like before.
There are fresh flowers sitting on my dresser. I haven’t put them in water yet. The price tag still says $8.99. There is orange light coming in slits through my window. It feels like 100 degrees but I still hug my body pillow.