I love long summer nights.

Nights we spent together that faded into day.

Nights when we walked

and laughed and flirted and kissed.


I know its not love

like I used to pursue.

My heart won't be fast to trust again

(not your fault)

I'm more of a realist now.

You ask me questions,

I have questions for myself,

but mine are harder to answer just yet.

So I'll play along

as you leave your mark

and we lay down

our cards

and summer saunters on.