Last Summer...

This hot humid sweat I can not deny

Paloma in hand, a joint by my side;

Pretty pastel sky, clouds passing me by

Warm gentle breeze, what a nostalgic tide.

Soft music plays, as the day starts to fade;

Sweet sunset hues, a delicious soirée.

As minutes turn hours, it’s getting late

Flirtatious grins, I can not slip away

Talking with strangers, good nights and good byes,

Meaningless moments and memories die:

All that’s left is a headache and I try

To remember your face, your name, but why?

What have I saved but not a phone number?

Just an old lighter from that one summer