We had spent the day god-watching.
You said we could find him,
somewhere in combusting arteries and supernova stars.
But I said the rain had long ago washed away his promises and even trainwrecks and tearstreaks weren't enough for him to come back.
He'll never come back.
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The rain was unusual for summer,
smudging eyeliner eyes while we sat inside,
watching the lightning through the waterfalls on the windows.
You fell asleep against the window pane, despite the shaking of thunder,
and we both stayed together watching the night.
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The morning light woke us,
and I found the sky bloodshot from crying.
The crimson veins streaking the sky in cirrus sunlight made your eyes smile.
'I like sunrises more than sunsets.'
'Hm?' Sleep was still clouding my brain, so this was intelligent in my eyes.
'Well, sunsets are endings. Sunrises are only beginnings.'
I breath in and out, loving you.
'How can you leave me speechless at eight in the morning?'
You smile.
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Author notes
Prompt: aestival -- pertaining to summer
P o k e r - F a c e
kind of a memory-type thing
A contest entry
- .aestival. by landmark.
700 points, ended July 24, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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very well done. i love "and I found the sky bloodshot from crying" that's such a unique, powerful image. you really captured some beautiful moments.
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thanks so much
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This is just beautiful.
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aw thank you
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