We’d  step into a hazy dawn, birds singing in the distance We’d wave them goodbye, farewell, tiny miracles We’d coat ourselves in salty summer breeze Swim naked at dawn and fall asleep in tangled limbs Oh how I miss youth and how much I resent myself for missing it Because there’s no other feeling that’s more pointless Such a futile little thing – useless longing for something That is forever lost image @ unsplash