summer has come
and it has gone.
the sunsets
the late nights
the summer jobs
the tank tops
the ice cold drinks
the skin care regimen
the flings that don't last
the grunge music
the feeling of home
have all led up
to this exact moment
when i see your face
again for the first time
in months.
it'll be ephemeral.
YOU ARE READING
ephemeral
Poetryi am so sure about you and i've never questioned that you're my one