The heat and sunshine.
The “school’s-out” cries,
The waves that fall in perfect rhythm
Summer is just beginning.
The hastily planned events,
The “let-‘s get together tomorrow” facebook messages and texts,
The romances that bloom and flower,
Summer is in full flow.
The long afternoon’s with re-run’s of forgotten shows,
The “nah we’ve already done that” reply’s to suggestions,
The crossing off of dates on the calendar.
The new book’s with their new-book smell.
Summer‘s dragging on.
The “I wish we had hung out more” regrets
Disappointments that we didn’t do everything we wanted to
Coz we couldn’t be bothered
The I-cant-believe-its-our-last-year realizations