In June the streets are filled with teenagers set free from their cages
We let watermelon juice drip down our faces
We watch beach movies that mirror the endless party of life
but deep down you know it is all for show
In July the lazy haze swirls
the fresh fruit sits crisp in our bellies
we watch Grease
and hope that the summer love will last

The air has gone sour in the heat of August
We spit it out like putrid milk
we know that school won’t be like High School Musical
a heaviness weighs down our chests as we pack our backpacks
In September the chilled wind blows
we rush to eat our breakfast before a busy day
we watch the summer beach movies
and wonder why it can’t last forever