I wouldn't mind the early autumn
if you came home today
I'd tell you how much I miss you
and know I'd be okay.
It's funny how we never know
exactly how our life will go
It's funny how a dream can fade
with the break of day.
Time can't erase the memory
and time can't bring you home
Last Summer was a part of me
and now a part is gone.
—Margaret
Autore: Jacqueline Woodson