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Just after the summer
when winds graze the harbor,
you decided that we were through.
So autumn and winter
slipped away and whithered,
consumed by a yearning for you.

the longest september's
close rival: november
gave me ample time to recoupe.
fireworks in the distance
midnight moonlit kisses
this new year still feels thrown askew.

you've always been better
when working with words.
the proof's in your letters
which i cant quite discern.

spring time and classes
alcoholic consumption.
stone hands on the clock fall behind.
old friends,the same places
self doubt and frustration
insure that you stay on my mind

you've always been better
when working with words.
the proof's in your letters
which i cant quite discern.
well crafted metaphors
creep below every line.
I read over in search for
what i couldn't provide.