That Summer

It was the time in summer when everyone

knew that time was slipping by;

families left town to go visiting

and played by the beach.

I dreamed of the beach so much

of your parent’s beach house and how

we would one day spend a night there

laying out on the sand and watch as

the sun sort of dipped away then rise

back up, how it would never truly get

dark

but it the sky would change from light blue

to blue, to a gentle soothing blue to

a pale moonlit blue and

the sea would wash

our feet...

Day dreams killed me, they never

quite let me go

and now I’m suffering in the wake

of reality because

I never got the chance to reach out

to you.

I never got a chance to know 

if you really did love me.