I hit that sweet spot, just like we all do,
lost my childness in the woes of growth.
A truth that was hard, yet one I came to.
Made my promises: Hippocratic oath.
I would heal, not hurt and get peace of mind
found myself wanting; a personal cry
I left bugless nights, left nostalgia behind.
Then seeing falsehood, a resounding “Why?”
I had ev’rything before me always,
Soft night memories galore, smells of rain,
Friends to spend time with, skating in driveways,
July barbecues, dreading school and Twain...
On my return, monsoons kicked up the scent;
These are my signs of a summer well spent.