These Summer Days

by Peter Williams   Jul 2, 2005


Where do I begin?
When do I stop?
These lonely summer days of heartaches,
Heartbreaks,
And soda pop.
These summer days,
It wasn't always like this.
There was a time when I was happy,
There was a time when I was whole,
There was a time when I needed no one,
Just myself.
Those were the days...
Nothings changed in that time,
Nothing.
How could one go back to the way things were?
If I could go back...
Would I really want to?
I don't regret anything,
I just want to be happy again.
I don't know what happened to me.
Something inside me changed,
Something inside me died.
I just want to be happy again.
Why do I feel this emptiness?
Like I'm missing something,
Something important.
It feels as though something left me,
As though something vanished within me.
I'd give anything to find out what that was,
I'd give anything to be happy again.
You can't be searching for happiness,
Because you may never find it.
What happened to me?
Where did my happiness go?
So here I am...
Once again,
In these lonely summer days of heartaches,
Heartbreaks,
And soda pop.
These summer days,
It wasn't always like this.

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