Summer, summer. Summer nights. Summer. Don't leave me. Come back. Summer moments, summer breezes. Summer instants that relieve the pain in your muscles. Summer seasons that make our energy flow slowly through the air. Summer side-walk walks. Summer seconds, freezing instants before everything happens at the same time. Summer, summer. I wonder, will you ever be back?
Autumn, just after summer. Wet, rainy season. Damp hair curling. Clothes are warmer, because summer won't come back. Oh, summer. Summer. Skin tanned by the sun, but you still won't come back to me. The essence of you begins in me, and ends in another. But, still, it is not enough. We want more of you. We believe there is more to you than what we can only see. Summer, summer breeze. You calm the energy circling in my body, make it warmer, calmer. Will you walk my way again? Will you cross my path once more? I miss you, warmth. I miss how you feel in summer. I miss the strength of you weakening my knees, and strengthening my jaw. Summer, summer. You are the months I miss the most, the moments I cherish, the seconds I enjoy. Someday we will meet one more time, and I will have as much fun as you expect me to. Oh, summer, summer. You stride beside me and hold my hand, walking under the clearest of skies, on the warmest nights. You make my heart beat expectantly, to see what comes next just to be able to enjoy what I like most. Nights, stars, water, warmth, and you, summer. When will you come back?
