Thoughts on Summer

I miss you, why

do I miss you when

I saw you today?

I miss summer,

but summer was only

three

days

ago.

I miss the way

we used to talk,

and laugh

and joke.

Conversations

lit by glowing

cherries, streetlights

and stars.

I miss the ease

we had with

each other. No

boundaries, no

worries, no

awkwardness

getting

in the way.

Nothing

hanging

over us.

No ax

waiting to

drop.

I miss not

texting you,

because then I

didn’t worry

when you

didn’t

text, no

worries and no

thoughts, no

constant checking

of the phone. No

waiting and

wondering, has he?

Not

yet,

not

yet,

not

yet

I

miss,

I

miss,

I

miss

you.