Fading Summer

In the bathroom’s harsh glare, a brief glimpse of me,

a reminder of sunlight, a time to be free.

A tan line sharp as a whispered regret,

where warmth kissed my skin, now a pale silhouette.

That favorite old shirt hangs, clinging to the past,

reflecting my summer, a moment too fast.

How the daylight would dance, I was bold in the sun,

but now it just lingers, a trace of what’s done.

Caught in the mirror, an outline stark clear,

like a postcard that hints of a summer's veneer.

The shadow it leaves feels more heavy than light,

a ghost of the warmth that slipped out of sight.