Summer

Crickets sing the earth a lullaby

As the sun performs in the sky one last time

This is not goodbye

But something is not the same

There is an unexpected silence

Words left unsaid

Emptiness hangs in the air

With the sound of porch doors swinging

The fleeting feeling of something forgotten

Something missed

For the first time, people ask themselves

Will the sun rise tomorrow

Hoping for just once the answer is no

To enjoy the silence

For a few extra moments

Because nothing is ever the same

Except for maybe the smell in the air

And a few leftover memories

Ones that seem like two lifetimes ago

And the bitter-sweet taste in your mouth

When you realize

You took something for granted

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