chasing stars - poetry

call me back

what i wouldn't give
to be back on the beach
chasing seashells and endless condominiums
in the night sky and the flashing of lighthouses
stomach full of steak and homemade tacos
the bubbling of water between my toes
and the sting of the whiteclaws we downed earlier burning the back of my throat
it was a carefree time
where my worst of my worries
was my friend waking me in the middle of the night with her stomachache
and if the boy we met on the beach would call us back