we never get to dip our feet in to a sunset warm ocean.
we never get to bake cookies together and look at the oven door every passing minute.
we never had the time to take that out of town trip
and get lost in a city we've never been in.

instead...

we had beer for breakfast,
and pancakes for dinner.
shared a lumpy bed and two flatten pillows.
and blasted music not worrying about our neighbors.

we planned to have a picnic or to sunbathe by the beach
instead got oil burns cooking fish.
we wanted to spend days under the summer sky
but spent late night hours laughing under the convenience store's neon sign.

how we imagined life could be ten years later, pretend we're in a movie,
but ended, no post-credits
scenes, we wrote, scribbled in restaurant napkins,
crumbled in trash, thrown away in pieces.

the summer ended with tears and not of joy.
the summer ended with goodbyes screamed in silence as we walked in different direction...
boy, i am now in a plane headed home with bags full of
the summer we wanted.