Wanton Summer: Sorry I Miss You

Summer without another.

A torrid summer

sweltering with fatigue

filled with wonder

to believe.

Met a quaint guy

smooth and lean

had affable eyes

wore acid wash jeans.

Knew he wasn’t from here

never bothered to ask

shared his heady beer

from his novelty flask.

Often terse

but spoke with vigour

never rehearsed

owned a boisterous tongue wet from liquor.

We blather near the lakes

held inane talks

took alcoholic breaks

gave no fucks.

Then you stopped coming

wasn’t surprised

it was forthcoming

but I missed your eyes.

Maybe it was short and sweet

yet I wish there was more

if only we can meet

like we always do by the shore?

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