Juney Bug

I must've had June bug fever. Just like them, popping out of nowhere, you did also. They make their sound every year. Buzzing against homesteads, screens, and drawn to light. They are a staple. It isn't June without them. It isn't summer. When you least expect it, June arrives, surprisingly; quickly. I'm not me without you. Their wings flutter, to the beat of natures song. Just as my heart does the moment you catch my eye. Just like the arrival June bugs and summers heat, what I hate most, your arrivals sweeps me into a whirlwind, measuring the pros and cons. You're here. But that doesn't mean anything. It means nothing but heated emotions of despair and anxiety. My heart swells, suffocated. All the emotions fall back into place and my soul feels uneasy. I missed you. But it got easier. Like an old friend, June bugs return. You have returned. All I want to do is cry. It's not fair. None of this fair. Even though I never told you, and denied it several times... The love, it's still there.