Tattered Jeans and Old T-Shirts

That day by the lake, tattered jeans and old t-shirts, my hand in your back pocket as we walked, your thumb hooked over the top of my waistband. It was hot, ...damned hot. You tilted your hat at a silly angle and laughed, I looked over and thought 'Hot, ...damned hot' Smiles exchanged and then a kiss, I think I melted inside. We took turns walking backwards holding both hands drinking in the sight of each other. Of course we fell, you to the floor and me... completely in love. Making a frame with my hands, a captured moment, 'smile for the camera' and what a smile it was. Sitting together in the long grass, both our hats at silly angles, you made a frame in front of us, as I kissed your cheek, and captured a memory. Images stored safely in my jeans pocket, not the one with the hole, that day by the lake... it was perfect. Only now I realise one camera never worked. The image of you, still vibrant as that day, but the one of us you made with your hands faded to barely a whisper. That day by the lake we both fell... but only one fell in love.