the summer is gone. its fall. the summer heated up and the heat went out like a match. for most it lit so bright, and the heat of eachother pulled the skin tight around the body. it broke into sweat and they pushed their bodies against eachother. my summer lit like a match. the fire was so intense it scorched me and everything i was keeping inside. dreams spewed out in a stream of flowing desire and constant wishes were drained of me. like i did everything i wanted to. the heat was so intense i did everything i shouldnt. i have nothing left now. like the leaves that lose their heat after the summer, turn crisp and fall off. now i have to get back. i can dream and wish new things all i want, but what id really have is all the things that came before.