dear summer,

i miss you.
i missed you even before you were gone, really.
it seems like you just unpacked your suitcases
a few days ago...and now, you're gone.
packed again.
gone.
again.

i don't want you to think i didn't enjoy our time together.
or that i am ungrateful.
i don't want to be too clingy and make you
afraid to come back.
it's just that we have so much fun when we hang out...
and i hate goodbyes.

today, in honor of remembering you,
we wore short sleeves and caught earthworms
with our fingers.
we swung in the tire-swing in jessie's backyard
and made loud music on cedar's banging-wall while you
hugged us one last time.
(i bet you didn't know that we were aware of
you watching us from behind the red and orange leaves).

have a good vacation.
we'll be waiting for your return.