This Summer
This summer isn’t like last,
this summer he won’t come.
But still I stay out,
for no reason at all.
Waiting for him,
under the stars.
But the stars aren’t out tonight,
and neither is he.
Hidden under the clouds,
not coming to me.
And still I’m out here,
with no hope left.
He won’t come tonight,
or ever again.
—vr
