It feels like summers ago,

before it changed.

When our screams of rage-

shifted to passionate encounters.

When each rendezvous-

felt as refreshing as the last.

When only your smile,

could lift me from the foulest of moods.

When you caught my tears,

Before they f

e

l

l.

But when you f

e

l

l,

I couldn't catch you.

Because it all changed.

I wish it didn't,

But it did.

I miss that summer.