Kiera Nordan | Summer

Summer

Kiera Nordan

The world didn’t stop for me It just took slower breaths I watched everything from a distance, blanketed in a muggy August embrace Familiar to the wind of fall a molasses moving breeze carried my dreams away as memories of red lipped sticky summers by the country club pool became more and more pronounced Like hands around a neck I suffocated as I watched you blossom from that ripe age of seven You bloomed as I withered away while dreams of Ivy League became your reality and slowly slipped through my fingers like dry sand If only the heat hadn’t crept up so quietly and slowly blocked out all sound besides the whirring fan maybe I would of caught up instead of laying atop the bed while the silence grew too loud and I grew far too old and far too behind