When We Were

I will tell you I love you in all the ways that I can still say it without words. I will drape myself in pinks and reds and blues, in an attempt to be as bright as you. I will trace lines of words we used to sing together, tattooed on my body until the end of time. And sometimes I can still feel how small your hand was in mine, but we both know how much bigger your heart was. I can only say I love you in so many ways without words, but all the ways feel infinite. Like summertime and driving in the dark. Like roads that pulled us through them, hands clasped tightly to remind us that we had something to stay for and go home to. And I will miss you most in the summer, painstakingly and agonizingly so. But right now I miss you just the right amount, like a dull pain that never goes away. And I love you with words, but the ways seem bigger.