they all say that summer fades to fall,
but nobody remembers how july died for august.
nobody remembers the in-between:
the pain of going from
point A - before - to point B - after -
but i do, and maybe
you will.
i wish i could forget,
because it would be so easy.
but i shouldn't.
and i don't want to let go
of that past
carelessness,
freedom,
simple happiness.
they all say that summer fades to fall,
but nobody remembers how july died for august.
but
i suppose summer really did
fade to fall for us,
that first time.
