September

June, easy, beautifull,
 named after May
 Barcelona is indeed
 a perfect place for spring,
 peaches, orange trees
 Ciutadella,
 words I found
 noon, June was made for noon,
 I would blink for little
 little were we meant for
 fall, eventually fell
 upon what we would get, next
 many of them falls since then
 I'm still remembering times,
 1999
 and still, as September rises
 I will take a look back
 now, we don't get to get there,
 trains they let her home
 Ciutadella is so cold
 the sand is like dust and stones,
 the sea, she's on her own
 I have been there before