On a hot summer evening, a golfing arena with

untouched plates and refilled iced teas.

Where the jokes and the friendships remain buried

and unspoken of, now.

It was the summer where innocence was left behind.

Before bleeding hearts and backs were stabbed, there

sat the meaning of real friendship at that golfing arena once.

Later came the double dates,

to the movies and a romantic night at the park.

Rainy summer nights and its humidity perhaps

predicted a change of times.

Hot steamy cars under the moonlight and shining stars.

Summer '17 stole their innocence and formed perfection

to beautiful expectations before the island overflowed and

became absolute nothing.

The only evidence left of summer '17 are the memories.