The wind blowing
through our hair
Running wild without
a single care
Not alive yet not
fully dead
Seeing those memories
have been running through my head
That summer I fell
face first
No one thought that
fall would be the worst
Knowing that the
summer would soon fail
Not even a single
letter through the mail
Gone for now,
forever, and for good
Now I know that I
truly misunderstood
Seeing the memories
made me think
What would I do if I
could? |