"The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever." 
-E. Lockhart, "We Were Liars"

Summer days are hot and easy
breezes from the Sahara sweeping in over Mallorca
brushing across my cheek, neck, and body
as you once used to do.

And now I'm caressed by a different breeze
the wind on my face is no longer cold and sharp
it's soft and surrounds me like a warm embrace
and lingers for days, making me enjoy being lazy and melt in your warm presence.