Summertime
Why does it feel like summer is already over?
I remember when they felt
endless
never-ending
infinite.
I’d waste away hot, sticky, sunny days
lazing away in our cold, damp basement -
watching music videos on MTV
until the moon lit up the sky.
It seemed those days would never end
in my forever summer.
Now I yearn for moments in the sun,
wasting them away as soon as I check the time.
Time over-filled my cup back in my eternal summer.
Now I thirst, fighting for every last drop.
I do not know what lazy means anymore.
Did I forget when I
bought a home?
Sustained a job?
Fell in love?
It’s not fair.
We get older and lose our time to live,
yet we give ourselves no time to live it.
There are fond memories of my everlasting summers-
when I never wasted a breath to ask for the time.