Love's sweet mementos
of a long-lost time
scatter rhyme
upon the grounds of summer.
Her kiss,
remembered past its rendered night,
stills floats a vision---
and I surrender.
My fingertips retrace her curves;
within my mind, I do observe
her flowing hair
and perfect smile---
returning there to bask awhile.
Though passion's notes
on moistened lips once hummed,
love succumbed
to summer's drought drawn withered.
A torn and shattered man
remained to write
of autumn's leaves
and love blown far from sight.
My eyes grow swollen, full of tears---
farewell to summer's yesteryear.
Fall's leaves break free
and so will I---
but not without this sad goodbye.
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