A Summer's Day

On a summer’s day, I wish to knock on every door, 

To return to those times and play once more, 

In the neighborhood, with a final game, 

With those we rarely talk to, but once were the same.

I want to remember how close we used to be, 

To hear about their lives and what they’ve come to see. 

To look again at the stickers we once stuck on the wall, 

And feel the warmth of those days before the fall.

Under the summer sun, I seek to find 

The echoes of laughter we left behind. 

To revisit old joys and renew the ties, 

In the memories where our past never dies.