I go home

After those summer nights

With the simplest of desires

To rest in a quiet room

To sleep and dream

Of the summer

That lives forever in my mind

Summer of rain

Of motorcycle rides

Of dancing and sweating

And stars

And nervous boys who want to play pretend for a weekend

And maybe one who wants to play pretend forever

But me, I’m scared of forever

The past comforts me

Look at the pyramids that are older than time

Do you think I will be remembered too?

I was too scared to think of the future

I lived in the moment

Nothing was everything

But death told me she lasts forever

So if that’s true

Why can’t love be forever

Why can’t I?

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