Dear Summer

Eye candy, you
and the taste of cigarettes
Faint memory
but I can still
feel the heat of your touch
and taste your strawberry
lips.
Ever, I will remember it.
Like a dream, you were there
a kiss or two, a hug or two and
maybe [something more]
and then you disappeared
like a scared little rabbit
and I know, under your hotheadedness and glamour,
you are one.
When you walked
the air grew tight in everyone's throat
and we were all
under the influence
of you,
a bionically beautiful mix of
your vanilla scent
your scandalous stare
your innocent smile.
And wherever you go,
you turn heads, catch eyes,
and leave trails of flame,
heat like a thousand scorching deserts, they say.
Making us all break a sweat- for you.
It all comes rushing back to me.
Evenings, vodka, twilight, rooftops, 2am, between the sheets, 4am, too drunk to care.
"It" was innocent
but you couldn't handle innocence,
or anything for that matter.
Or maybe you knew
I could never handle you.
So, you were gone,
on an airplane to Barcelona
and not even a word.
It really is
a horrible shame
that you will never
know,
what could have been
what would have been...
and how much I love loved you,
oh, dear Summer.