Summer's Lost in Time

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Summer came back around
like it always does
same sun
same heat
same sky stretched just a little too long
…but it doesn’t feel like mine anymore
It used to
Back when days didn’t end
they just slipped into night
when the light finally let go
Back when you didn’t check the time
you just ran with it
Feet hitting pavement
hot enough to sting
lungs burning
like catching your breath meant losing something
So you didn’t
You kept going
Sweat in your eyes
dirt on your hands
grass stains that didn’t matter
Nothing did
Except right now
Everything felt bigger then
colder
sweeter
louder
like the world hadn’t learned how to rush yet
We stayed out
we pushed it
we stretched every second thin
And when the light started fading
—that was it—
That quiet shift
You knew
Run
Race the street lights
don’t get caught
don’t be late
don’t let the day end without you
Run
Like losing meant something
Like if you didn’t make it back in time
you left a piece of it behind
…
Nobody tells you
which summer is the last one
No warning
no final game
no last run
It just fades
Slow enough you don’t notice
fast enough you can’t stop it
One day you come inside
…and you stay
Now summer still shows up
same sun
same heat
same long stretch of sky
—but it feels shorter—
like it’s been cut down
like it’s got somewhere else to be
The days are still there
waiting
…but you aren’t
You notice it now
instead of living in it
I used to race the street lights home
Now they come on
…and I don’t even look up

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