Sympathetic
The heated commotion of summer
drifting straight into briskly leering autumn.
The change is inevitable,
and each summer represents something new.
You fuck up, yeah, you make mistakes.
You'll remember the way your heart sank
on the bench in the park on that Thursday
afternoon when he said those things,
the way it leapt when you flew into the water,
its swelling when you walked with friends.
That tangle of emotions marks
each new summer, coming, passing.
Summer is for playing, and autumn is sympathetic.
drifting straight into briskly leering autumn.
The change is inevitable,
and each summer represents something new.
You fuck up, yeah, you make mistakes.
You'll remember the way your heart sank
on the bench in the park on that Thursday
afternoon when he said those things,
the way it leapt when you flew into the water,
its swelling when you walked with friends.
That tangle of emotions marks
each new summer, coming, passing.
Summer is for playing, and autumn is sympathetic.
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