The summer nights are long and light,
I used to love them,
sitting with the sun,
the never ending daylight won’t let me rest,
keeping me awake,
of how solitary the summer becomes,
when my heart is a hostage,
that can never come home again.
the sun and I will sit together again,
but by then,
I will be scarred,
a new kind of broken,
with nothing sweet to say.