So I woke up this morning after having had a rather sad dream about my mom and Christmas, and this was what kept playing through my head once I was alert enough to become cognizant of the words.
P.S. Make sure to check out my post over at Twisted Writers today. I wrote the beginning of a new story!
By Jesi Scott
How I miss the sweetness of those days,
The summer waves,
And the promises of what could have been
Were filled with possibility.
If only we’d known then.
But came the autumn chill.
There was a way, but we had no will,
Now all is still, and we’re stranded on the shore.
As winter winds begin to blow
And summer’s but a fading photo,
A lost memo, our final encore.