Summer
Summer
At this point I can barely remember it
It’s mostly random images that flash by like past lovers
But at the time I could feel it fit
After all it was my first summer.
The running and jumping
The noises and shouting
The rumors were spreading
And circling about me.
The trucks passing by held the coldest delights
The sound of it’s music carrying out in the night
But what is this thing that escapes in the air?
You won’t see it even if you’re standing right there
Hiding my eyes afraid of showing my tell
My heart was uplifted and truly overwhelmed
The hottest of days
Oh it wakes me still
Daydreaming of nightmares
Not getting my fill
What is this image that’s not like the rest?
This woman I see now in a shadowy black dress.
She haunts my summer
And raptures my soul
Why is this aching
Now feeling so cold?
The visage is smeared with traces of powder
All that is seen are empty faces around her
The warmest of summers did not bring me joy
Maybe it did though for the youngest of boys?
I grew up much faster than anticipated
As for the greatest of seasons I must remain waiting
For a pocket of earth
Could never compare
To what the future can carry
Whilst bringing you there.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
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