Summers Gone Poem by Mike Snow

Summers gone,
but it didn`t last.
Just like our love,
I guess it`s in the past.

I stare at the wall,
in this lonley old room.
Wishing you were with me,
and not alone in my gloom.

I guess I should be happy,
with the future that I chose.
But just like the winter outside,
In my heart a cold wind blows.

Like ice on the window,
my heart isn`t warm.
Brown is the colour,
because summer`s gone.

(© M.Snow 2007)