I think...
You're a really cool person,
And this I say with genuine sincerity.
I recall you sitting on the grass
Perched some inches from the blanket
With your hands strained against the cap of some tonic bottle.

"Sarah says I have hot, veiny hands."

It's kinda true.
Your hands are an exact copy of all those reference boards on Pinterest
Which,
By the way,
Is a compliment.

And your hair was framed by gold
Messy curls brushing the tips of your glasses
Which glinted and blinded me in the light.
The summer was hot
And we baked in the grass,
Content to just be together.

The clouds drifted through the air above.
Cumulus beauties that we looked at through lenses,
Marveling at the great width of the world,
At the sun we would never reach--
And at the brilliant heated atmosphere
That would someday just be nostalgia.

If maybe we could crystalize this day
This month
This year
And tell the future through it like a looking glass,
Then maybe we'd be innocent.