Gone With The Summer

You smiled like the sun after weeks of rain,
Came up to me, said, “I haven’t seen you here before.”
And just like the fireflies dancing in June,
You lit up a spark that still flickers at noon.

We were young, and the nights were long,
Dancing to crickets without a favorite song.
Skipping stones, making wishes in the dark,
Said nothing we meant, but we meant every part.

I never said “stay,” you never said “wait,”
We let the days just drift away.
Now you're gone with the summer, gone with the breeze,
And I’m stuck with a memory I can’t quite release.

I came back a year and a heartbreak too late,
Your house was for sale, the porch a blank slate.
No note, no goodbye, no forwarding address,
Just echoes of laughter and faded memories.

I asked my best friend, she paused, then replied,
“You missed her by weeks; she moved out late July.”
I stood in the lot where we played flirting games,
Time had washed over it like summer rain.

We were wild like the wind, soft as the moon,
Living in moments that ended too soon.
No promise made, no hearts confessed,
But I swear mine knew you the best.

I never said “call,” you never said “write,”
But I think about you every hot June and July.
Now you're gone with the summer, gone like a dream,
And I’m left with a love that could’ve been something real.

I picture you now in a city of lights,
Maybe you think of me some quiet nights.
If I could rewind, just one little thing,
I would hold your hand tight and say what I mean.

We were stars in a sky that were bound to fade,
Two hearts in a song that never quite played.
Still, I’d trade all my tomorrows to go back in time,
To one more day with your hand in mine.

To one more day with your hand in mine.