Summer days
The light is not long
Running, climbing, hiding
What to do, where to go
The friendship
It was everlasting
The unsettled arguments had no meaning
As though we were kin
It felt as though we traveled the world
In a single afternoon
But for so long, as though forever
We didn't leave your stoop
The street lamps click on
With a soft buzz, it warms
Yet chills
The day will and soon
And not unlike the cry of a mother wolf
Our mothers bade us indoors
To rest and retire for the evening
For our summer days have ended
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