You were summer.
Sunshine and lollypops
Golden smiles and sand between my toes.
And I thought this was a summer that would last.
A summer that meant winter would never come.
That winter, snow, darkness, cold, rain, depression
Would be held at bay as long as I gripped your hand.
As long as I had my eye on you.
As long as you were within yelling distance.
And I did.
I had summer for 2 good weeks.
A beautiful sunrise of kumquats
Followed decades later by a sunset of fireworks.
Sparklers in hand
Beers cracked and cold
Americana on the radio.
But summer ended.
Change of leaves
And everything I thought was warm
Turned to ice and stone.
And I flipped through the calendar
Trying to see when summer would come again.
When 2 more weeks would flow along
That meant more than a whole year.
But I didn’t see it.
When I checked my schedule
Your name wasn’t written across weeks or days or even hours.
And I’ll miss the flip flops
Of my heart.
And sun umbrellas
That shielded me from the pain.
Most of all I’ll miss you my sunshine.