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.