Goodbye summertime. I'll miss you so much.
I'll miss your bright and sunny days.
And your chenille coverlet nights.
And the way time itself can seem not to matter for awhile. . . .
I'll miss the days of simple summertime green, and lawn filled hours.
And hunting for white EVERYTHING at open air fleamarkets.
I know you'll be back. . . . I'll try not to feel like you're running out on me or anything.
We'll keep busy while you're gone.
But I'll be keeping a watch out for you.
And look forward to when you visit me again. . . .
Ciao! for now Summer!