I miss the summer.
The hot weather,
The carefree atmosphere.
The smell of flowers,
Mixed with nail polih,
And grilled chicken.

I miss meeting handsome boys who don't speak English,
And watching everyone else kiss him,
Except you.

Though some moments were sad,
Frustrating,
And others were happy,
Carefree,
A cloudless sky,
I miss the summer.

Maybe it's not the events I miss,
Maybe it's not the weather.
I don't miss the season,
Summer.
I miss who I was.