The lake was cold as crap.
Our last day we climbed the boathouse roof,
unfolding like solar panels on the wrinkled tin,
winter-pale on our naked parts.

We’d snickered through two horror films,
bought matching sweaters, sprayed fireworks
through malty evenings. Spent one night
on a bird-ruled island, where I made the announcement.

Ants were dying on the tin to finally feel the sun.
We arched like three seals on a shiny shore.

The day began to make its bed,
spreading out a thick, cold cloud.
We grabbed our shorts and ran.
The roof’s tinking echoed through the trees.

To decide you’re in love when you’re just sixteen.
Youth spent like cold spring rain.

Lyrics submitted by Hegowski

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