The ocean smells saltier during the last stretch of summer,
The last weeks of August drag by, slowly oh so slowly.
Nothing lasts for eternity and another turning point comes with autumn.
Swept away with youthful exultation and promises of young love,
I know what it is like to truly lose something of importance.
Not like the casual feeling of losing a sock or the sick feeling of losing a ring,
But the intense, gnawing feeling that comes with seperation of something tangible.
Now though, you are not palpable in that way you were when we were together.
That great love feeling, I believed I knew exactly how much you were worth.
It feels as though my estimations were not nearly as approximate as I would have liked,
Losing you is like losing more than just my first love,
It is more like losing a huge part of my life and my vigorous thirst for more.
The ocean smells so unpleasant as thoughts of fall lurk in my mind,
September looming in the distance, a shaky star on the horizon,
The ocean gurgles and spits the now sour taste of summer on the sand.
I want to gurgle and spit and be cured of my love, my infatuation, my sorrow, my hurt.
But it stays, it weighs me down and grips me tightly like a lover,
And I wait, for September, for autumn, for life, for college, for everything,
To sweep me away to a far, but not so far, off place,
Where I will remember you, oh love, but I will no longer be able to see you.