How the rainy days that peek in summer
don’t ignite my fireplace contentment
but a rather pitiful melancholy,
knowing too the sun should rest.
I miss my lover since his away.
I can’t relenquish to sudden change
not this change, I can’t catch my heart
being stirred in a way it feels
it’s hiding behind a curtain neglected
and cannot affrim it’s mood.
These rainy days
I know they’re laying carpet for winter
and my lover on his way home
to a furlon living room, quiet house
is the mischief of me covered
head to toe in sadness,
The sun, kisses on my skin
The sun, my eyes alight with rapture
but there in our unlit home
is coldness of unprecedented change;
He was gone too long.