When Summer Is Gone

When summer is gone I’ll cling to her last sunbeam bask in the warmth of her eyes and smell deeply the roses of her bloom. When summer is gone I’ll hear the music she had played with endless passion in her voice her slender fingers found notes that pierced my soul. When summer is gone I’ll see her run through the waves laughing at the crazy seagulls hopping over beach towels wet and tossed like scattered memories. When summer is gone I’ll cry for her with a heavy heart realizing she is really gone and I’ll ache inside with a deep longing to cling to her again once more when summer is gone.