One Last Summer
The sun hangs low on familiar streets,
Golden light on memories sweet.
Laughter echoes through the evening air,
A season of freedom beyond compare.
This summer feels different, caught in between,
Not quite who I was, not yet what I’ll be.
A suitcase waits by my bedroom door,
Filled with dreams and so much more.
There are tears for the friends I’ll leave behind,
And excitement for the future I hope to find.
New roads, new faces, and skies unknown,
A chance to discover a life of my own.
As autumn paints the trees in gold,
I’ll carry the stories my hometown told.
Though change may come with a bittersweet call,
I’ll step forward with courage into the fall.
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