That I still think about you after all this time.
Six months- has it been six months already?
Six times longer than our time together...
It's not to say that I'm not over you,
I am- have been since the leaves started falling.
We live thousands of miles apart,
It had to end I know that it's just-
Is that all I was to you- a summer fling?
Because you were much more to me:
A lover, a best friend, almost perfect!
And then, it all shattered because of one silent afternoon.

I guess, if I think about it:
It doesn't seem ridiculous after all.