Summer

I hate you, dear Summer of mine.

I hate what you have done, I hate that you have pushed us apart us.

Look at what we used to be like, happy and filling, and every day had something planned.

Time wasn't wasted here and times weren't boring there.

There was more to you, Summer, but what has come of it?

There is nothing exciting, nothing to do, nothing but hot weather and no water to quench it.

I starve for the old you, Summer, like 10 wolves around 1 young gazelle.

Not enough to satisfy even the smallest of stomachs.

I loved your old ways, dear Summer of mine.

When we had kids to hang out with and play in the sandbox.

When people would invite you to their houses for glasses of lemonade, or to swim in a kiddie
pool you had to blow up yourself.

Even after that it was enough to make everyone happy, for it was cooler that before.

Now tell me, my dear Summer, where have you gone?

Times aren't like they used to be, they are lazy, not free.

So good-bye, dear Summer, for I love you no more.

I hate that we had to end like this.