You are no different than the rest. Just like all the other seasons you waltz in like you’re going to stick around forever, but the next thing I know you’re on a fast-pace conga line outta here, and along comes Fall.
Honestly, I thought we had it all. What happened?
I mean, we were going to have fun this summer. Go on lots of bike rides, hikes, polish our tap-dancing routine and enjoy concerts in the park. John Phillip Souza and three cheers for the red, white and blue! That sort of thing.
But just like that, you decided to take off. Was it something I said or, perhaps, did? Didn’t I have you at hello?
Oh, Summer. One more barbecue for old time’s sake? One more walk on the beach at sunset? One more lazy, hazy day of summer before we forever part ways?
I don’t get it. It’s as if you can’t wait to get out of my life. My mama used to say there’d be days like this, but not whole seasons.
I had plans for us, Summer. Stay up late and star gaze, roast marshmallows, lay out by the pool and get caught up in the latest page turner. We could’ve had it all, my friend. This could’ve been the Summer of Love.
But instead you were on the fast track out of my heart–soon becoming nothing more than a faint memory.
Et tu, Summer?
Well Summer, I guess it’s over between us. You’re dead to me. At least you will be in just a few short weeks. Autumn is on the horizon and I’ll take my chances with him.
Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky. Maybe this time, Autumn will stay. Who knows? Maybe we’re meant to be. I got a feeling this one will be a keeper.
So long, Summer. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
Oh and, Happy Labor Day. For most of us, it’s a day off. For you, it’s your swan song.