Linger

Remember that summer day

We walked in the evergreens

Off the trail, just because

We collected pine cones

For our own amusement

I didn't know I was in love yet

But I lingered in the moment

Knowing summer days are phantoms

Here to haunt us in time

Wanting to remain in the trees

Because when you touched my hand

I dropped the pinecones

On the path ahead of us

And for a moment

I could see my future