accident prone on a sunny day

hey, how's your
summer going?
this is when you really know.

a tic mark on the wall for
every broken arm and leg.
in the summer, i'm accident-prone.

i stared at hope, trying to
secure it in my mind,
but i've only got half of it down.

because there are other words
scrolling by, evicting my thoughts:
"it's brighter with you around."

i've been waiting two years
for my day to arrive,
i think it's still waiting in the wings.

and i nearly did some good,
but now i'm just all scratched up.
someday i'll tell you everything.