When Summer

So far we haven’t met
Still on two sides
Only faces float in the air
Like a silhouettes

Waiting for you to call
Early
Like the dreams
I’ve never had

From the faucet, the roots grow
The water no longer grow us apart
We sip on the drips from knob locked
Before the winter comes

Woke up early
See each other from the bed
Holding, stuck clothes stay same
Yet nothing’s around

Been spinning for a round
Beat all the thoughts of caring myself
No reason to mourn from now
Daylight sets down

What did he think at the moment
When dying off
Dying off for our blood
Colon doesn’t explain anything
What if it was the summer