Summer

The whispers of summer. My dear friend.

Why would you leave me, after all the times we've spent together?

I'm hurt, I must admit. Why must your warmth depart?

Why must you slip away so quietly. As if you were dying.

This slow decay, this loss of life... why?

I miss you.




We'll say goodbye... granted, it's only for now.

I'll see you soon.

When the earth has thawed and the sun is shining.

Dally