the hour began autumn,
became the end of so many things.
[scalding sidewalks
koolaid and sugar sticking to elbows]
became the end of summers song
would you sing it again, for me?
i liked us, tightly snug
in the bosom of our wild youth
that...flirtatious nature
how it got us in trouble
as if we'd both had too much.
you called yourself a stranger
didn't know you, give me the time
i feel as if you're fingers are walking
up, on the outskirts of my zipper
lets start over, go back to July
if we can.
the breeze against my cheek
as i sat on the front porch,
wishing that you would come
but you never did
you kept your word.
and i spoke mine inadequately.
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