Last Summer

Found this one in my old notebook.

When I was six I wrote a story,

of family,

of laughter,

of summer.

It was a six year old summer.

When I was eleven I wrote a story,

of a lost friend,

of tears,

of summer.

It was my twelfth summer.

When I was sixteen I read a story,

of panic,

of suicide,

of summer.

of my past,

when it was still the future.

It was supposed to be my last summer. 

Reviews

[Alessander]

I like the set up. It calls for a resolution, but there is none. It just leaves the reader wondering.
Summer is supposed to symbolize frivolous fun, which makes tragedies in the summer all that more poignant. It reminds me of a writer who travelled to CA to start over again. When she found she was miserable even in CA, she said, "Well. Can't get more west" and she shot herself.


Don't know why this piece reminds me of that. Anyhow, I'll stop blabbing now.
Glad I read this.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This has a theme like the other one I read of yours....
with the seemingly one word to add depth...
to the reader as one goes about the lines...
it paints sadness in each one...
yet never develops into happiness...