Summer's Popsicles Just Become Winter's Popsicles

A faded rocking chair on a porch creaks in the wind. A reminder of the summer pushing it's luck not to get just another memory. A parked car is a reminder of the boy that used to ride in it with a smile plastered on his face. An apartemnt seems more or less like a memory of college, just starting out and the city. But your smile is a reminder of everything and anything I've ever given up.