I hope you have a sweet summer,
I want you to swim fast, win the race and smile.
And while you wear that medal,
text me that you won and beat your best time.
It doesn’t matter that we haven’t talked since last summer,
Because everytime I stand on the block
about to swim my race,
I wonder if you are doing the same, just down the street.
I think of you all 50 meters.
Summer is a hard time for you,
You thrive in school and now you can’t find identity in anything.
Last summer I was there for you,
who is here for you right now?
Not asking in a petty way,
but genuine.
I can’t sleep peacefully,
unless I know you are being taken care of.
If you have to urge to leave this earth,
Like last year,
Text me.
I’ll be here all summer.