It’s a hot chocolate kind of night.
It’s dark now and I realised
that summer has passed before me
in the way that I worried
it would and in the pit
of my stomach fizzles
a funny feeling – it’s time
to go back to school
I think and the sinking
feeling deepens.
The days are shortening
the sun retreating.
the thought of dreams
unaccomplished, forgotten plans
cast aside.
Another summer over – gone.