with eyes blue as the july sky
he was watching me
as we sat on our bench in the park.
and green were the leaves
and silver the lake
as it lay still in the sweltering heat
and his hand was on mine.
-you're a summer girl, he said.

yet seasons change
the leaves have set the trees aflame
in yellow - orange - red
cold raindrops in my face as i look up
to grey clouds promising storm -
now i can't help but think of his words
back on the bench in the park:
how gross a delusion!
i will not see that man again.