Our Summer.

Ours was a song of summer
of sun-kissed skin and bodies
intertwined, of dappled light
and shadows on a carpet scattered with crumbs
of our love
And white sheets cast in gold
as the sun sets
In the smoggy city skyline, silhouetting
the shattered dreams and abandoned hopes
that wash up on the shorelines, here.
But under a blue sky flung forever
we lay, on sand
from shores miles away; from
all the places we'll go, it seemed
as if our summer could never end:
The perfect song, set to repeat.