The slight chill of a summer morning

A sheer sign of dawn, a bitter warning

Foreshadowing something amiss on the rise

I await the days when the rain would pour in

The smell would bring me back In time, a not so distant nostalgia

You were standing in line, I saw on the other side of the loggia

Was it fear or fate that struck me? Perhaps another omen

By fall, we are sitting in a cafe, talking about the worlds propaganda.

Come winter, you wear on me like the cologne on your bedside table.

I stay in your head like the hair dye we couldn’t wash out.

Our pillowtalk no more than fable

All of this intimacy and the label

Mere months later, he was a ghost next to me

Someone who I thought would be destiny

Has more lies on his lips then honesty

Turns out I wasn’t the only lover he went to see

Left me with same chill from that summer Dawn

A prophetic message I failed to see so wrong

We cannot start back up again. Love is not so easily spawned

Just like the morning warmth, you are now gone

Here I am, on the same beach and mining chill

I walk the beach in my demin with a washout out hue

Thinking of my last summer, my failed lover’s thrill,

All in golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue