Thoughts of summer occupy my mind while I watch the bleak gray sky and flurries of snow

False memories fill my brain of better times that didn’t exist


A warm sun and fields of flowers shadow days of silence and lonesomeness


Bluewater from crystal pools gently lap and wash away bad memories of fleeting friendships,

and the desperation of trying to keep a few of them to stay.

I always think I’ll be better in the summer


I suppose I’ll never be fully content no matter the season.

But in the meantime, I’ll keep myself busy with dreams of unrealistic nights inspired by movies

And worry that I’m wasting the few good years I have sitting at home alone;

Writing these poems.