I remember your fingernails,

Gripping onto the flaky yellow paint,

Rusty chips drifting slowly,

Through infinity and between dewy grass blades.

Your heart beat like a stopwatch,

On a lonely daylight saving's night,

Lights flashing in lost daydream,

Through the residue of a lone raindrop.

Your irises gleam like cold lemonade in the sunshine,

Twisting a red-stained popsicle stick between your lips,

Making me pray I could keep ice from melting away,

And film a moment in my eyes.