Bright spring
But a pale shadow flicks
Behind my
Back

It reaches for
my hand

Grasps tightly,
like memory
Whispers,
sweet nothings

“Oh, \my beloved,
how I-
miss you”

Delusion, only a breeze,
Yet pitched so familiar
In tone

And my heart’s resolve
Falls through
like water
And I cannot help but

recall past summer’