Summer sweetness,
fades away as I close my eyes,
sleeping away the strangled sobs,
meeting your gaze,
on different planes.
The sun came and went,
but June was just rain,
from my perspective,
introspective,
seated on soft grass,
hibernating to hide from invasive inklings.
I know that life is changing.
I feel the ground below me,
and the air around me,
rearranging.
It rained all summer.
It’s still not over.
The stars get closer,
every night,
some day,
I’ll wake up,
in bed beside them,
and I’ll be happy,
for once,
waking up,
warm,
content enough,
to see the rain in a new way,
reviving the garden,
releasing,
then draining.
I’m so drained,
and the summer was a washout.
I never really changed.
I just adapted to what life threw at me.
I never found where I planted the seeds,
but you grew,
so tall,
that I couldn’t see you.
I thought I’d cut you down,
but you were so beautiful,
that I wasn’t sure I wanted to look at you after all,
so I let you grow.
All summer,
I let you grow.
I tried to remember,
that I didn’t have to let you go.
I tried to find a way to be alone.
I tried to plant myself,
to see what happened,
but I just choked,
on dismal dirt.
