Winter tends to bring out the worst in people,
living in Wisconsin doesn't make it easier,
when 60%,
of one year,
of your life,
is cold and wet.
We all yearn for summer,
The word "summer" itself becomes a cliche,
we can't stop talking about it,
and us northerners think about it often.
then the days come when the leaves are on the trees,
and boats and docks sprawl on the thawed out lakes.
And we become happier.
Even those of us with hurt feel bads,
and broken hearts,
they can all forget the pain for a moment.
When they wake up on a summer day,
and hear birds chirping,
and hear the country music blaring,
and the days are longer,
and everything seems pure.
I even can forget about you for a moment,
when my beachy hair flies in my face,
and the lake water covers my skin.
Summer helps me to forget you,
Even though it is when we met.
I'm forgetting you.
Filling up the holes you left,
Finally.
Forgetting.
All of it.