Summer is gone

Lamenting on golden scenes of then

Seeming a carefree adolescence

Still querying about the when

Yet time has molded it's senescence

That foul feeling of a heavy chest

A physically manifested elegy of past

Seething immovable under my vest

Pointless dreams that just won't last

Pressed on the glass of a gathering in a showcase

Cold and poor with hands holding doves

The future, memories, it will erase

For your spirit, mine, forever loves (?)