I never wanted summer to  

end. I cried every 

September first 

knowing you might not 

come back to me. 

I worked away the school year 

to wish away the summer 

dreaming was always my best 

quality. 

Especially in the hot summer sun. 

Every year I cried 

drowned 

coped 

knowing you would never love me 

as much as I loved you.