You were my life. The veins in my arms and the blood rushing under my skin. That's why I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had lost you.
The summer that we spent together turned into winter and suddenly the sun couldn't bring warmth to my fingers anymore.
I wish I had your breath, your lungs. I wish I could have kept your lips and your freckles as a gift. But it's too late.
Summer is gone, and with that, the summer that you kept alive inside of me.
The light is dead.