What was summer is now coming to an end.
what was beautiful begins to fade.
The colors are less bright
The sounds less jubilant
The smells less alluring.
Take my hand and pull me up from this sadness that lurks
Tears tempt to spill over -- for what?
For people and memories that will soon just be that, a memory.
Nothing more or less.
I think it really struck me when Callan mentioned at dinner tonight how sad it is that there are some people met this summer that we will never see again.
It broke my heart.
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