Goodbye Cruel Summer

I already miss summer. And it's only been gone for 6 days. Last night I noticed that my tan lines were fading. It made me sad. I want my tan lines back. They always reminded me of time spent doing nothing. Time spent alone, or with someone, but always outside. Always my time. Unscheduled time. Now the lines are fading because all my time is scheduled. Cluttered up with stuff. Now there's no time to clear my head of extra stuff. I don't like it. I want my tan lines back. I want to feel hot again. Now nights are getting colder. Back to jeans. It feels like walking into a memory that never existed. September is my favorite month. And now it's almost over. There's nothing left to look forward to for a long time. The sun won't be hot again until April. Seven months. After the six I just counted. The six that I tried to live and only ended up more dead than I started. But at least I tried. And I got tan lines for my trouble. And they ended up being the thing that made me feel most alive. And now they are going away.