Every summer happens the same

It starts with a boy and knowing their name

It turns into them asking about my day

We have a goodbye in early June

Then stay in touch the whole month

July rolls in and we still talk

About family and poetry

And funny things we have found

It feels so good to have someone to share stuff with

August comes around, we make the most of each other while we can 

Before September 

Once it hits and school starts,
Everything changes