Stars glimmer for me in these summer nights.

Moon, large and luminous, displaying my tanned skin even in the dead of night.

Clouds, birds, rainy afternoons. This is my season.

Sun burn and hair dye. Water and skimpy clothing.

These hot nights don't require another body beside me to keep me warm, my independence reigns.

Maybe you didn't really need them in the first place. A temporary desire to fix a temporary sort of broken.

Still, I hope the night sky is pretty wherever you are.