I have a ticket but still no answers

I have a ticket but still no answers

Summer was like
wearing brown sunglasses and
squinting into the sun
to the quiet sound of goodbye's and hello's

It left just yesterday
and I was so vulnerable before it
that part of me went with it

Summer's deliciousness won't return, I know
and coming home,
I feel an entire season has gone
like returning from the rest room
you find your date has left

Still there is this voice from somewhere
claiming
that the stars lie within reason

but most of the time we
just can't be bothered