I was in bed with 

Nostalgia of Summer

We had been there 

For some hours 

But we were not asleep 

As the wind was howling 

And it was raining hard 

As an entertainment

We each chose

A Summer memory 

Mine was when Summer dropped 

Her coffee when running 

For an already late train 

Summer’s memory

Was when she slipped 

Into the blue black sea 

And was forced to walk home 

Cold and quite saturated