Untitled Poem #14

These nights won’t
last forever,
just like the cakes we
half-hearedly bake
won’t last another five minutes
with all of us swarming it.
These nights, however,
I will remember fondly
when I think back to this summer.
You know, the summer before
everything changed
for the good,
the bad,
and the unexpected.

This story has no comments.