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Summer Fled From Your Blue, Blue Eyes
A Poem
never realized how your ocean view
could change out for wilted roses
and petals curled into dust,
so much misfortune in particles
did you think we’d made it, maybe,
or was the summer sun too much —
the stuff of heatstroke mingling
with a pool party in a drought
those days were ours, just a little,
every moment captured in a jar
like those fireflies we loved to chase
until we fell, legs tired, in the grass
but your days were spent
on all your other friends
while I wandered in and out,
never knowing where to land
remembering you hits wrong —
your eyes telling stories,
your mouth saying something else,
and me believing all the words, lie or truth
do you remember how I cried
when you were going away,
off to dazzle other people
while I stayed behind?
