I promised myself I wouldn’t go through this again. I lied.
Summer is starting to drift away and so are you. I’ve begun to forget the color of your eyes and the sunset, the sound of your voice and the sound of the wind coming through my window, and the placement of your smile and the sun at high noon.
It’ll get cold soon. The light that used to shine in your eyes; the light that gave me hope and kept you alive is starting to fade away. I wish you could stay but no matter how hard I wish, summer will slip away from me, just like you did every year.
It’s cold now. I’m trying so desperately to remember the color of the summer sunset and imagining that it matches the color of your eyes. The wind is coming through my window and I’m listening so cautiously as if it were the last words you will ever say to me. And although it’s not the sun, I’m staring at the moon while it’s at it’s highest peak and imagining that it’s you smiling down at me.