Summer days…

Summer days should be spent resting… playing… or getting into trouble.

I was resting when I met her… she was walking sunshine … sweet… generous… joyful…

Last night I listened to her brag about how many people wanted her… how many people want her.

Today… I ride the wave of uncaring.

Summer days should be spent resting… playing… or getting into trouble.

I was playing, as little girls do… when I spent time with her… house… dress up… doctor…

Last night I listened to her stories of lovers past… the ones who adored her… the ones she left… oh how she laughed… and laughed… and… laughed.

Today… I ride the wave of unfeeling.

Summer days should be spent resting… playing… or getting into trouble.

I was in trouble the second I gave her my heart…

Last night I listened as she told me what a great ’catch’ I am… how ‘practically perfect’…

Today… I ride the wave of undoing…

Summer days should be spent resting… playing… or getting into trouble.

Odd… how the ones who hurt us the most… are often times the ones we love the best.

 

–          Nova