A Lonelier Summer

 

did I believe I knew

all the you of you

even the you you

left in pieces

carelessly strewn

about in our short history

of weakened embraces

summer is lonelier now

the slow rock

of pine sun

never stops to

ask why

gulls over me hover far from any sea

and the want of you

still sounds

in the back

and forth

echo of

 hollow

trembling 

limbs

JPPestana

A Lonelier Summer

3.17.2022