never

road trips
are what i want my
summer to consist of.
daisy fields
strewn-to-the-side shoes
pit stops with
dirty bathrooms
maybe i just miss
that girl scout innocence
maybe i just miss you.
i think i
miss that look on
your face
when we woke in
the morning and
described our dreams.
and the road trips
that we never
took, were wonderful.
the color you
never dyed
your hair.
i want to lay
in a tree's shadow,
and stare up
at the sun
eating through the leaves
squint and grin
and giggle periodically
but it was almost
like i was always waiting
for that one
perpetual moment
when i would stop
being good enough.
did you have it planned
all along?
i taught you to
make daisy chains.
we could turn off
at every rest stop
just to eat cheap picnic
lunches, talk about
the how's and why's
of life.
when the sun was a sloth.
slowly crawling
across the sky.
and when the moon took
its shift, we
counted the stars.
we walked our dog.
we even made out in
public bathrooms a
couple times
but we never got
to go skinny dipping