We're back on the hilltop

Where we're meant to be,

Laying side by side, gazing

Into the blue, breeze stirring

Summer grass turned shades 

Of red and blue and tan. 

Here we are, older, no wiser,

If anything more foolish.

I like it. I know you do, too.

Our hands reach and join,

Familiar, electric, certain—

The sky, the grass, the breeze,

And for a moment—us,

As one, as we are meant to be.