it was the picture perfect
image of summer
sunlight slanted in thru filthy window

the air was heavy with
an approaching thunderstorm
a distant lawnmower roared to life
the slow breathing of a suntanned beauty
soaking in her rays

the thunderstorm arrived
rain
the wind was swift and with a rush of thoughts
i delved into suntanned beauty
and she into me  
early morning
the rain ended
suntanned beauty had a name
but in the years it has faded from me
like her face
but i still care for her

It felt like late summer and as the sun set i thought id be there forever
her scent lingered on the humid air
but she was gone
like me
never to return to our homes

and as the evening dying rays touch the
faded words on the gravestone
the thought behind them comes to life as i never could