The lake where we sat
Dark blue
Old creek
The taste of second chance
Lingering
Teasing me
The smell of cut grass
Cheap wine in our glass
Wet face from heartache
We reminisce the distant memories
Stories unfold
Truths untold
The taste doesn't taste the same again
We try to right the wrongs
Holding on too tight for too long
But summers end is near
So we kiss away our fears
And then let go