II. Summer
March 14, 2025 at 5:29 AM
We will laugh out loud together
And run barefoot on the sand.
Summer evenings are for remember
And for winter evenings to spend.
Call me — of course i will come for you,
As a sunbeam coming through dark.
Just call me quietly by the name,
We will carry together this spark.
Night will give us the galaxies
And on your shoulder I’ll shove.
Someone will call it attachment,
Someone will call it “the love”.
You will replace me with memories;
I will replace my old strings.
Summer will die in August
Choking within it’s own tears.