Ending The Summer - Mercedes Loveless

To my left, late august sun wipes across his chin. His focused eyes don’t bother to think about the beauty of this moment. They don’t  get caught in awe like mine do. The thought of this ending creeps into mind, and I force myself to listen to the rumble of our tires coat the tar.  I squeeze my eyes but the rays refuse to be shut out.  They sneak their way back inside me, making me shiver. I pull my eyes back open and scan him.  His shoulder is too inviting to not lay my cheek on it.  I can feel him tilt his head to tap mine for a quick second.  Warmth moves through me and hits my knees. It makes me miss him more so I push further into his unnoticing side.  The awful thought I’ve been trying to push away comes back.  The actuality  of fall is horrifying.  Everything is going to change.  There will not be anymore last minute adventures, laying bare foot approving greens, no more sleeping till four because no one told me not to.  I feel the end come creeping faster towards us and my eyebrows rise up in mourning.  Winter depression is so close now, I can see it whispering past the cracked window.  The moment I think I’m completely lost in panic, I feel the tips of fingers tip toeing on the back of my hand.  I sneak a look up at the slight flip in his sandy hair.  I know that this won’t last, but for now I let the late august sun shine on us. And I smile knowing nothing about what’s coming down the road.