Summers of the past

 Summers of the past

Years ago the days of summer created a feeling that lasted forever. Hours spent on a bike path or in a boat on the river felt like minutes. A plan never fell through due to the lack of anything else to do. Long car rides around town were never that long because there was always a song to sing along to or a friend to talk to. 

Now my town feels smaller, but lonelier. No longer do I run into faces I know. Places have changed just as much as the people. The staples of my childhood have been erased and replaced with something that doesn’t belong. No more footsteps on my front lawn, just footprints left from the years of torment it faced as boys ran on all day long. 

When you return, what do you see? Breathe in the memories you can no longer feel. Remember the people you no longer hear. Because it’s gone physically, it’s gone for real. But in my head, its forever here.