Summer, when the wind blew, the Sun shone enough to blind the eyes
I held your hand, as we walked through life
Carefree and easy were the years spent together
Question arose, when you named it “a mere chapter”
Easy to say you meant well, maybe not what I felt, but something strong too
If it was a chapter, and the summer is over
The grass is no longer green, the Sun is no longer shining
I pick up the phone by my pillow every now and then, even when its not on silent, checking for a message
Just for me, maybe, something you saw reminded you of me
Maybe, I would close my eyes, and there you’d be.
Right by my side, holding me close as if never to let go
When did the present become a memory, when did a right become a fantasy
The endless waiting, the unpleasant badgering
Social life dictates, you say, its my commitment you say
A handful of newness trumps the laughter, the love, the happiness once woven together into a warm sweater of trust
Now these are just words being woven into one another as a comfort blanket to me so I can stay warm in a world where the Sun doesn’t shine.