July

It's July, and July means lazing around, having a garage sale, watching Star Wars, and finishing up my paper work. Here's a poem about it.

Summer

The summer sun is beginning to set
But the day has only just begun
The days blend together
But that seems alright.

After a while, you miss everyone
They seem so far away
But you can't forget them.
You miss them so much.

Do they miss you as much?

That's the question.

But the answer is impossible to know.