Goodbye
to those sunlit days
before the June
The days when we
would run mad
Till our legs felt
ready to fly off
and project us into
the heavens

But those days are gone
Days dressed in green
and bathed in the sun
We've passed the threshold
Into the summer
And closer to the Autumn
and Winter looming near

For now we stand
Feet firmly the the now
June days in motion
Grass growing yellower
We feel the summer sun burn our backs

Seasons change
As they always do, constantly consistent
And gives birth to speculation

How all things change

Like the turning foliage turning
from bud to leaves and then disintegrate
And then what of us?

My sweetest friend
How shall the coming days
Change our countenance? If we were to part,
During that time shall I
Recognize you as I used to?

Or will it be so much so
That we shall not believe our eyes?
Will it be the end of you and I?
Will the Autumn see us part,
flung in different directions
With the falling leaves in the wind?
Can you tell me

My sweetest friend?
Shall we fall away?
Or can we hold on enough
to that which once was?
Can it remain more
then just mere memories
of those sweet, sweet times
In the long lost days
before the June?