September 15, 2013 § Leave a comment
There was one summer day
when everything was just blazing
the heat, the sun, the heart
I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
There was one summer night
when I went out with no glass of wine
bare hands, bare eyes
staring blankly at the winking stars
Wondering if the way they lined up was what poets call “aligned”
wondering if mine aligns this time
wondering if yours too, lined up with mine.
There were countless summer nights
with or without wine
with or without the sunshine
with, never without, you.