Summer

June, July, August
The months of the fall
Where feet aren’t beneath
As I float down the hall

Finding joy in the warmth
That summer can find
Throwing me to the tide
Leaving me to the kind

to the ones who I hunted
to the ones who were there
to the ones who did catch
to the ones who would stare

to the boys of the summer
for whom I fell so quick
left my heart, so vulnerable
and my head, so thick

if love is displaced
or withdrawn if you will
leaves me lost in the void
feeling physically ill

but sure as the sun sets
the summer will recede
leaving tears on my pillow
and an ever growing need