JUNE

It was the summer of 08'. We all had it going good but then a storm hit and the world fell apart.
The flowers withered and the soil parched. I was left hiding from the scorching sun.
The rays hit and the light burned.
Now the summer has all gone. With it, its taken away everything that reminded me of you.
All its left behind are the few pages between which are still stuck, the familiar smell of June.