(So, one note, I don't like the title of this poem. I couldn't think or anything else, so I just slapped this on, because it needed a title. If anyone has any other suggestions, feel free to say so. ^~^)
It would be like the coffee cake
he would make on a weekend morning,
or just like her fingers combing
your damp but drying hair.
It would resemble that afternoon nap
that you finally got to take.
The evening run that made you
feel awake and ready.
It would remind you of a
game of charades outside at night,
and the oreos that somehow had vanished
by the time the game had ended.
It would feel just like your body
sliding into a cold pool to out-swim the heat.
A fudge bar in your best friend’s bedroom,
while trying not to let it drip.
It would taste like a cherry icee
from the gas station you stopped at on the road,
or sound like a guitar strumming
a static-filled radio.
It would be like trying something new
and finding out you like it,
or getting sunshine in your eyes.
And it would be just like waking up
to the buzzing of the fan in your window sill,
while burning beneath the covers,
because it would be a lot of things.
