You are most yourself when you are floating. 
Your eyes reflect the water, and the sun softens you. 
In the waves you’re the most affectionate, wanting to hold me while I’m weightless. 
When we’re here, we’re back to that very first summer,
Still learning each other while we waste the days at an apartment pool. 
The years are passing, and responsibilities are growing,
But I hope you’ll still pretend to be a mermaid when we’re old.