Why does it have to end?
It seems to barely
Have started
Like a sunset at the horizon,
I can feel it
Slipping
so
far
away.
My feet are welcomed by
The carpet
But Long to be
On the edge
The edge of the water
Right between the waves
And the sand
The weather cools
down
The days get
short
And before you can
Even say the word
it's
gone.