Summer fades away,

We know the truth beneath the heat.

These are but the last hiccups.

But we enjoy them, more intensely.

Like a love we know is fading.

Summer goes and we remember.

Days when freedom and happiness,

Where a given, a due even.

But now we know that it will end.

Should we walk away, play grown-up,

Or stay till the bitter end.

When the last thunderstorm

Melts into the first autumn storm.

Love is fickle so intense and flimsy.

We know it is just for today, that night.

A season maybe then winter sets in.

But still the wings it gives, make me smile.