"The Lost Summer"

Summer came down the stairs
And stalked about town;
Summer arranged meetings in pairs
With a cheeky frown.


When she was urged to concede
Summer sent my girl afar,
And left me with a wretched need
To seal my memories in a jar.


“Ahoy there! Hath my love hither passed?”
“Nay, sailor, not since summer last.”

Thanks to Desvelado for his comments.