I've never stopped wondering since that summer
the summer you implied i was less
less than you, less than an average person, less than everything
i put forth my foot with love
but you took a step back
i never will know why, but i have assumptions to why
could have been you saw my short comings
more than you saw the human in me
i always wonder how the heart recovers to love again
when its been once or twice or more shredded to pieces
summer is a season i no-longer wait upon
particularly June,
because it reminds me of the day love told me i was less
and so one year past
the send went by
the third went along,
and an image and a word remained engraved