Death of the Season

Goodbye Summer
We hardly knew ye.
The warmth you gave us all
Countless pleasures we had.
All gone now.
No closer then before.
Still weak, in body
and mind.
Back to the routine we've grown so accustomed to.
Early mornings never felt so alone
Confronting those we haven't seen since the beginning.
The faces of scorn, hatred,
those of love, warmth
The warmth summer once brought.
However,
the days will turn to months,
months to a year
and you will return,
perhaps,
we shall throw aside the mistakes from the last time you were here
and continue with our lives.