That Everlasting Summer

My most passionate love... is forever--

Our story was just as an open book,
That Summer had passed without a second look,
Now I reminisce in the sounds of wind,
Calling for memory fragments, from that everlasting summer, so thin;

Recalling, the train station we had stood by,
Recalling, the turning leaves that flied,
Recalling, the summer heat that had beaten us,
Recalling, those days we youths causing fuss;

In those younger days, the world was our oyster,
We were unknowing, of the future we would foster,
Summer memories, those, I am now reminiscing,
Those invaluable moments, now are but feelings;

I was then, a boy without many dreams,
And life, was much easier than it seems,
Lovers, friends, adventures, and endless time,
Those, belong to memories, of another lifetime;

Our youthful days, and you, are no more,
Now I have to wake up, to my bedroom floor,
With hot tears on my cheeks, I was trembling,
For the first time in many years, I was crying;

Now I know that no summer are everlasting,
And what is left, at the end of time, are mere feelings.

- Stu. T.H. (December 14, 2023)