Another true story. Shared with dVerse Prosery and to incorporate the following phrase
What will I do there
without my hands upon
your summer face?
from ‘Oh Umbrellas’ by Jeffrey Hermann.

the long bus ride
didn’t feel that way

a sea breeze
of anticipation

your yellow summer
dress highlighting
your tan, smooth skin

and holding my gaze
we hung on to each other

our words and communion
as the world
ran towards the surf

Oh! That was our time!

do you think of that now
on different beaches?

I’ll take the bus ride
one more time
to hold on to you

…but…

what will I do there
without my hands upon
your summer face?

will the memory
be enough
for the long journey home?