The girl from the summer.

I dreamt about
the girl from the summer
last night.
I held her in my arms
and she kissed me.
I miss her.
Life's pestilence
stabs me,
antagonizing nostalgia
becomes longing,
longing for that
which i could never
have had.

When i pass you
in the halls,
I hang my head
and stare at the ground.
My heart is empty,
but yours is full.
My limp arms
hang at my sides,
eternally embracing
the nothing
that never seems
to leave me alone.

Fuck you!
A fire rages in my mind.
My sanity now aflame,
and the last embers
are turning to ashes.
Longing, thick like smoke
and ever present,
clouds my mind.

We are all dumber
than the child;
returning to
the hot stove
each
and every time
we burn our hands.