Our Apartment: Beyond the Summer

Spring is coming in extremes this year
The earth drinks up the sun in mid-March
And ice covers daffodils in early April
The earth has formed, breaking at midnight

Graduation is approaching
Summer seems surreal
But I will not deny I am looking forward to
Damp summer grass and immature ideals
Summer is time for regression
But spring still can’t make up its mind

I am remembering our apartment
More metaphorically than ever
It has become a figment of procrastination
A way to portray to myself, I can still be a child
Growing up has suddenly become too easy
Weakness has become my strength

I do not go back to town anymore
Since I have gotten over my fear of returning
Parts of me know the summer was all too real
The growth, sex, heartbreak
Every experience teen movies glorify
I think that’s what I loved about our relationship so much

That and perhaps, that all this time, it has stayed
With me, haunting me, encouraging me to move on
Unconsciously returning to listen
To sweet strings and demanding drums
Simply because it all reminds me of you
Simple you

Simple you, pictures of you
Your best friend’s apartment
New and carpeted, damp with reminiscence
Fucking memories over in frames
In no testament to you
Still with that rain in your eyes 

Maybe that is why I’ll never admit to trying to find you
After all this time
I suppose I should settle by now
Allow the heavens and rain to belong to you
What is the past without a battle

And never revisit this pain again
But this is the future and we are our own
Nothing was meant to live
Beyond the summer