That summer in the 90s… do you remember it still? How we sat by the lake and talked of endless love? And when the tape in the walkman broke, how our voices rose high, until you pulled me by the arm and we danced in slow whorls… It was magical wasn’t it, that summer when we were young still… and the sky was just an arm’s length away for us to write our song on.
They said that summer love is just a gorgeous lie. We laughed when we heard it. We believed in love. We believed in forever. We believed in us.
When did the summer turn cold? Why did our sky turn an inky black? Where did love go?
A galaxy of sorrow
Light years away
Rather delayed, this post is part of BlogchatterA2Z 2022. The pic is sourced from https://unsplash.com/@denisdegioanni