Warm days….Warm days

That is when I hear it

Her faint singing voice

Like a whispering whistle with a hint of raspberry

So soft yet so sad

She haunts me on the warm days

Winter is now my favorite season

Summer is a burden

She sings all summer long to me

I want to throw a pillow at her

Make her shut up

Everyone says she doesn’t exist

They say there was no girl there last summer

When I almost jumped off the bridge

I was trying to save her but they didn’t believe me

They stopped me and I kicked and I screamed

I should have tried harder

I didn’t though

And I faintly hear her singing right now

It is never more than a whisper

Loud enough for me to hear

Loud enough to annoy me

Loud enough to end me up in this place for the crazy

I’m not crazy

She was there that summer last year

For all the summers to come her voice will haunt me….