My dear, I called you late in June
I wandered through the many moons
And I stood tall and I ran long
Before I questioned where you'd gone
You told me you would be back soon
That March you sang a different tune
A parting hands and parting lips
Left all our promises eclipsed
And so I let you go away
Doting on your return someday
And someday came and someday went
Until I found my patience spent
And so my dear, I call to you
A wanting on a waning moon
I poke upon the dying embers
And wonder where you'll be December
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
My dear, I called you late in June
I wandered through the many moons
And I stood tall and I ran long
Before I questioned where you'd gone
You told me you would be back soon
That March you sang a different tune
A parting hands and parting lips
Left all our promises eclipsed
And so I let you go away
Doting on your return someday
And someday came and someday went
Until I found my patience spent
And so my dear, I call to you
A wanting on a waning moon
I poke upon the dying embers
And wonder where you'll be December
Request permission to use this poem