Through summer sun
and salted air,
I felt your presence
everywhere.
Affection tingled
across my skin—
a bond unbroken,
through thick and thin.
Your heart clung close
like beads of sweat,
a melody hummed
I can’t forget.
Dripping wet,
I held you tight—
a shield from heat,
from harsh daylight.
A love too cool
to brave the chill,
too bright to last,
yet lingers still.
I let myself
forget the rule:
what blooms in sun
won’t weather cool.
And as the breeze
began to bite,
you slipped away—
out of my sight.
A bond once deep
began to crack,
a fading echo
I can’t call back.
A ruined goodbye,
a silent slide—
we drifted into
separate sides.
Now love remains
in hallway glances,
half-turned heads,
a thousand chances.
We share a ghost
of what once burned,
a summer lesson
never learned.
And though I knew
you’d never call—
you were my love,
the one to vanish
with the fall.
The feeling of losing someone you thought you knew so well, only to realize the love you thought was so strong, couldn't bare reality. What was felt so deeply and loved unconditionally, was lost too quickly. I tried to forget, but never could. A summer long past but a summer well remembered all the same. I think you were my one that got away.