The Summer We Had

The next girl who will hold your hand.

Six months later and a new girl

sits with her leg folded over the 

other on your patio chair.

She looks around and notices

all the beautiful flowers, 

creeping vines and plump succulents.

She compliments the garden and 

all the work you've put in. You manage

to choke out a haphazard thank you.

But, your mind drifts off to the summer

we had when we planted them all 

together. 

The summer we had before

winter swiftly crept up and 

took everything away from us. 

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

Very heartfelt write. Sometimes, some things change the course of "love" with unconditional seasons of peace. You`ve written this write with your true emotions.. it`s all reflecting through your words. Nice flow of ink.