Polaroids Lost in Time

Summer Promises

It's bonfires on the beach

And sandy hair and the smell of the ocean drawing in.

Followed by the muffled tunes of

Fast, beating music.

I barely know him-

The stranger across from me.

But summer is coming to an end

And I muster it in me to make the most of it.

So our bodies find each other

And the rhythm of the music

Finds us.

For, this is but a fleeting moment,

Coming soon to an end,

Ready to be whisked away by the autumn breeze.