Been working on this one for a while.
It’s kind of a sequel / rewrite of an older post I made long ago:
it was summer where i lived.
sometimes, the heat got unbearable,
and i’d lament the departed spring breeze.
still, i was glad to have found you, summer;
to have found comfort in warmth so tangible.
from sleep i’d wake to your jolting tidings.
often mischievous, but always hearty;
you were a radiant light of life.
i’d wake with a spring in my step.
for a season in the sun, i had wings.
you always found ways to make my forlorn heart sing.
but seasons come and seasons go;
summer came and summer went.
i bathed myself in the shivering cold.
there were no tears on my face; only snow.
the familiar whispers of the winter winds
caressed me with a different kind of comfort;
the kind i was used to.
summer comes and summer goes;
‘are you real or are you a ghost?’
i wondered and wondered for days on end,
picking at a wound which i knew would not mend.
summer had always existed only in my heart;
and i only built a snowman as i dreamt.
but even then,
summer was a season where i grew,
a season where i learnt;
a happy season of my life.
in my youth i dreamt of you as wife,
today i resolve to cut you from my life.
there’s still a faint summer’s warmth where i live,
but this time, i think i’m ready to leave.
so i thank you,
for the time we talked on the roof,
and for being the summer of my youth.