9.42 pm

I stare out into the blues and greens of the Atlantic,

My fingers press into the sand as I sit in silence

I feel time pass slowly, an ache that eats at my soul,

And I realize there isn't much left of summer

The sun sinks down, down, down

And the water mirrors the glow.

The air is a faded orange, and I sense a feeling I knew was coming

A feeling of pain, and grief, and loss

A scene of love, sunsets, and the warm fuzzy thing I feel just below my ribs

I don't dare look at my phone,

For I know the portal to hell will only show me the passing time

The time that seemingly slips out of my fingers.

A delicate thing, so easily lost

I sit here and think 

About what would've happened if I had done something different

If only I had savored the taste of freedom and happiness

I could've lived in this moment forever

And summer wouldn't ever have to end

Ice cream with rainbow sprinkles

Damp hair and late-night walks

Ocean air, fire-flies

Sand in the floorboards

I hug the memories of that week close to my chest

The sound of the ocean crowds my head

A star lights up a polluted sky, and the song of a seagull fills the air

I rest my head upon the pillow of summer

Comforting, but cold.

Nothing left of summer

It has left me

Stuck in the crosswind of the memories

The moments

The thoughts.

All gone now.

Just like summer