Maybe it was a coincidence, Or was it destiny, But it was June, And the world felt empty, It started with a kiss, Then a sip of wine, And our souls went skinny dipping in a summerβs night, One confession after another, Said βcall me friend, but keep me closerβ Suddenly it was September, What felt like a moment became a memory, Allβs left was accessory, A sweet sweet burn of sun, And old summer wind, A summer fling.