another summer fling

i know it’d be better off this way.

let a good thing be just that...

a good thing.

let it live in our memories;

let us only remember a time

when I was yours

and you were mine

no heartaches

no painful break

just me and you

and having fun

for the sake of being young...

it’s easier this way.

you want to see the future?

you want to take a glimpse

into my crystal ball?

do you really want to see

where we’ll be once this month

turns into the fall?

parting ways, hands ripped apart

until it’s only our finger tips

and your prints have left

an everlasting mark

i’ll never wash again

for i long to live forever

signed by the stain of your

perfectly-crafted hands.

but when spring showers

blossom into summer-scented flowers

there’ll be a day to come

when in a cruel play of fate

i’m caught in the rain

in the absence of your jacket

there’s no shield to cover my skin

as the clouds cry and it’s only my earthly body

standing in their way

your essence will catch their fall

and away, you’re washed

until the only remnants I was able to keep

slowly seep into sipping sewers

and there I’ll be,

in pure envy that such an unworthy recipient

may drink your final taste

what if I didn’t want to let you go?

what if I just didn’t know what the winter might hold?

what if, when October arrives

instead of saying goodbye,

we offer each other

a brand-new hello?

you say you’ve done this in the past

and such a thing simply couldn’t last

i believe you, i do

perhaps it really is true...

but maybe, just maybe

it’s because all of your past flings

were not me and you.