Summer,
Everyone waiting for the last bell to ring
As it tones they run out, free at last
There are but two people left in in the room
You and I
We can hardly believe it,
Summer had approached that fast...
It would be a mere three months until we see each other again
I said I wouldn't cry
I guess I'm going back on my word,
There are tears running down my face as you hand me your memory and embrace me
You turn to leave and I cry out, "wait!"
You turn on your tracks and I run into your arms
You give me one last hug and whisper,"until next year..."
The next thing I know, you are gone, I run into the bathroom to wipe the tears
and suddenly it's the beginning of the next year.
