August came with heartache,
the summer came to an end,
with September's promises to see each once again.
Now September faded to October,
you're still not heard from,
and I still lust for school to end.
Although, I know next summer it will only end the same.
With tear-filled eyes, and promises to meet up before next summer's begin.
This was my life, for two months.
All of us by the fire,
all of us exhausted when the day had died out.
We were there for each other,
and all longed for summer not to end,
knowing that just this summer you met
your very best friend.