Summer's Scent

A warm burning scent
Creeping in
Through that one window
Left open
In the last breath
of your summer's life,
Filling our heads
With reminisciences
of those loving days
Long past.

We'll sit together
Holding hands,
As we watch the glimmer
of a burning bonfire;
Sparks flying into the night air
Hidden in with
Lightening bugs.
Lightening up the sky,
Turning the dark heavy blue
Into an indistinguishable
Neutral palette
of all your summer's scents.

We'll lie together
By that open window,
Taking in
The creeping summer scent
Knowing it's all over,
But we never will be.