The End of the Summer

I try not to smile for too long. I try not to stare. I try not to fantasize.

I try not to be affected.

Maybe I'll be able to forget this foolish feeling when you go away. If you go away. I guess that's the only good thing about the end of the Summer.

It's not love. It can't be love. I wouldn't know how to handle it.

*Iz