I want to hold your hand.
I want to walk on the beach with you
because then, on a whim,
we can race into the sea and its waves
together,
like I did.
With her.
Because we’ll never be anything
except friends.
I want to be the type of friends we are now,
where we could be having the same thought
at the same time.
Life changes like the tide
when you’re not aware.
After this, we’re done
and I can’t help but wonder where
we’ll end up.
I know it’s useless but once August comes,
I wonder how often our paths will cross,
fearing that they won’t.
The only thing I could ever ask of us
is to carry some part of me with you.
Because some part of me will always
be yours
