i remember when the days were long,
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
constant quarreling, the childish fits,
and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.

and as the summer’s ending,
the cool air will rush your hard heart away.
you were so condescending.
and this is all that’s left
the empty bottles, spent cigarettes.
so pack a change of clothes,
‘cause it’s time to move on.

Merlin/Arthur. Summer Romance AU.