I could have lost you in the masses
In the deep sea of tanned skin and empty sunscreen bottles
SPF 3,32,86)

Yet I never could accept the idea of losing your grasp and then…
Nothing

The thought caused my skin to ripple
So you graced the goose bumps with your fingertips, and handed me your sweater

I put it on, ignoring the sweltering heat
And let the sun bake my skin underneath