Days pass
The sun wakes up
And then returns to its gentle slumber once more
Nights grow cooler
And days are shorter
The fresh green leaves
Morph into warm, brilliant colours of
Red, yellow, and orange
Another season gone
Smiles have faded
Memories seem more distant
And my heart continues to weaken.
Months now pass like rain droplets
In a thunder storm
My admiration for her
Never lessens
Never stops growing
My letters go unanswered.
Cold winter nights
Bite at my fingertips
As I lay awake in bed
Thinking of her
And the summer that has passed
Her being
Is vivid in my mind
Her unforgettable grace
Makes my whole body ache
I am trapped in our memories
I can not escape us
Every where I go
I am haunted by the ghosts
Of how we used to be
I continue to write her
I continue to believe in a dream
I keep myself for her
I will not feel anything
Until I have her again.
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
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