Summer Untold

4

I did not cry 

I did not yield

For I can't process how much of it was real

It pains me to think that

I'll never take chances again

For I can't process how much it would hurt once more

With thoughts of you lingering in my soul 

I can't seem to fathom how you're suddenly gone

For I can't and won't accept that our time was short

I can't go to places we used to play 

I can't even breathe the same air

For I know I can't let you go

Yes, I did cry and 

I did yield

For I can't process how it became so real