memories get burned away
in bright light from the sun

they slowly fade;
where they were made
now distant,
dark,
yet warm.

they smelled of sweet things,
once were rich
and dense
and oh so wet

but clouds get swept,
the ground dries off
it’s easy to
forget.

there’re changes in the brightness
new beginnings in the light...


but not for me,
it’s all the same.

i’m hot.

i miss the rain.