I admit it, I cried. I cried and sobbed like a little bitch,
I’m bawling loudly, uncontrollably,
Like the worthless scum that I am .

Now my tears and prayers fall mute,
Upon the deaf ears of an absentee summer goddess.

I didn’t deserve you, I was never the ideal man.
I was an idiot for believing in this dream,
For believing you could love a wretch like me.

I flew to close to the beautiful summer sun,
I dared to wish to drink your sweet caresses, 
And now I am paying the price.

On the way home, I find it difficult to drive,
I attempt to sing, lyrics coming out little more than tear choked wails,
While tears and scrunched up eyes obscure my field of vision.

The first summer was the most beautiful of all,
When our love was new and optimistic,
When the future was so promising,
And our first vocalizations of love were so  innocent and pure.

You were willing to look past my defects,
To see something inside me worth loving,
And discover the strength I never knew I had.

Now I sit here, writing this,
Parked under a solitary street lamp,
Caterwauling like a child with a broken bone,

I imagined your caresses to be so soft,
Your words so sweet and tender,
Your kisses unrivaled even by those of the summer sun.

I have lost you now, for good.
You are leaving me to find your own happiness,
Having no further need for me,
You leave me to suffer the absence of a ghost.