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