It's over. Summer's really over. And I have no idea where it went. This is a poem I started before I returned to school, but finally finished today.
THE LAST WHISPERS OF SUMMER
I already miss the summer days
Where time loses all meaning
Between lazy mornings and carefree nights.
I'm in a daze, unwilling to let go
Because I'm holding on until I have to wake up
And realize that summer is finally over.
