What if I told you I could only sleep on the road and in hotel beds, and when I dreamed, I dreamed of coming home to the girl from the summer.
I only remember bits and pieces of June. Alcohol has been a good friend lately.
Let my recall the events that stick in my mind.
Staying up until sunrise, and even later.
I remember the sunset at the lake, singing on the beach at 2AM
I remember pulling her into the pool fully clothed.
She had me dancing in the streets of downtown Toronto,with the two blonde girls. I spun them in circles and kissed a stranger. I think her name was Veronica.

I remember the harbourfront with her in my lap, stumbling back to the train station. Jack and coke.

I remember cologne and cigarette smoke and that song in the back of the van.
She kept kissing me and people kept watching. I didn't care and neither did she, we were becoming something beautiful.
I didn't know what to make of that but I was figuring it out.

When there was no calming her, that's when I knew I was I loved her. She was a storm. She came in fast, but left even faster.


At least we started out as something beautiful.

I will go back to the lake and I will forget her.

Recalling these memories is not painful, it should be.