A poem about a summer romance that felt so comfort, destined, and ill timed. I made the visual of it with scenes from “500 Day Of Summer”, one of my favorite romcoms.
It wasn’t just a season.
It was us.
Sarcastic jokes only we understood, nights where the bed became our universe, and every conversation felt endless.
But time…
time had other plans.
The right person— just the wrong moment.
We’re still here,
just not the same here.
Still-
the smell of vanilla drifts back, summer rain tapping glass, reminding us what we had was real.
A lost summer not forgotten,
Just untouchable.
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