And with that the summer boy began to walk away.
Like sand between my fingers i watched  him as he disappeared.
I could only watch how it all went, afraid to move and unable to speak.
My hands would have never been enough for him, how his smile radiated warmth like the sun.
I watched him as he turned cold and denied me what I needed.
He turned indifferent  and pretended i was nothing.
With that I knew my summer was over, as I had predicted he was not gentle to my heart.
At least my walls are still half standing, i won't  have to do much work to be comfortable again.
I just have questions.
Summer boy why did you do that? Why did you build me up just to see me fall? You could have been honest and you would still have gotten what you wanted so why the rest?
Why test a broken heart to see how many whips it can take?