A Secret Jar

Some summers are just better than others

Some summers you can’t get back

I remember you and the way we were;

what we had then are now all the things we lack.

So then where does that love go?

Does it float away and vanish into thin air?

Or is it kept locked up in a secret jar in a secret room somewhere?

Waiting for the right time to be opened.

Wait, weight

They mean the same to me.

Both so heavy a word.

But I contradict myself and go on waiting with this weight on my shoulders

Weighting for next summer.. Waiting for us.

Tell me, do you weight too?

or has the love I’ve longed for vanished like the air?

Tell me that can’t be true.

That you've seen in your dreams our bottled up love in that secret jar in that secret room

With our names written on tape that says in caps:

Don’t throw away;  perhaps they'll be back for this.