Summer Hill

Summer Hill.

Watching sunsets
over Summer hill,
I miss my memories
of me and you.
I've forgotten
too much about you
and my memory
is sparked by innocence
and ecstasy
because that's what
you were to me
and what we did
when watching sunsets
over Summer hill.
I keep hoping to see you there,
to meet you there,
at sunset,
so we can sit together
and reminisce so
I can remember
everything that was
taken from me
in the crash
that took you from me
as we left from
watching the sunset
over Summer hill.

r.l.w