I Spent My Summer Looking For Love

I spent my summer looking for love. He was not very tall, average sized I guess. I was even taller than him. Around 5' 6" I believe. But his shadow keeps me away from the harsh summer sun light.

I spent my summer looking for love. His hair was not the regular black. He dyed the ends of his hair brown with a little bald patch in the middle looking like a professor. A love professor.

I spent my summer looking for love. His skin is tan. The one you'll find at the beach. Funny how he rarely sees the sun, yet he got that perfect tan. Funny how I rarely see him, yet he warms my heart.

I spent my summer looking for love. His lips were red but darkened as he smoked his cigarette. I said stop. He laughed. Took another hit. Then stopped.

Nobody listens to me like that.

I spent my summer looking for love. One day, things went as usual. I was going to the same place hoping to get the same warmth and joy, but it wasn't there.

Maybe he got a little bit shorter that his shadow is no longer enough. Maybe he outgrew his brown ends that I knew and love. Maybe he uses special shampoo? Cause he no longer had that bald spot. No longer was he the professor of love.

Where did our love go?

From scripts of letters I'll never send to you.