I read about a summer love,

The falling for,

The first and last kiss,

The life within a life.


I read about the pain,

The fear,

The knowing,

The having to say goodbye.


I hadn't thought about it,

Not for years,

My own summer love,

My own life within a life.


I read about a future,

Distant friends,

No longer lovers,

Words left unspoken.


I realised this is who we are,

Our own words,

Our own memories,

Too fragile to be spoken of.


I read about a summer love,

And remembered ours.

We both already know,

But I will never tell.