This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Washington chapter.
Then summer arrives hot and wild.
You kiss me over and over
as I snuggle into your warm
embrace. We engrave
our names onto the sandy shore. You
say you love me once more.
Autumn messing around with us.
Some days you don’t want to go dancing.
Some days it’s just uncontrollably
raining while leaves are falling
from its trees. I
couldn’t stop thinking about you
again and again, but our love
was turning brown.
The storm of the winter hit
hard on us. Days were short and nights were longest.
Frigid and cold, I struggled to find
where you were.
You left.
You forgot about everything.
Are memories remembered memories?
Oh, forgetful memories.