The time for leaving,
had finally come.
Departure loomed at last.
The short visitation,
was moving to the past.
This time there was no commitment.
Less warmth as days before.
I wondered what caused the chill.
I longed for days of yore.
Perhaps in time things will change,
you’ll recapture that fiery wonder.
But till then I will recall.
This was not a hot summer.
had finally come.
Departure loomed at last.
The short visitation,
was moving to the past.
This time there was no commitment.
Less warmth as days before.
I wondered what caused the chill.
I longed for days of yore.
Perhaps in time things will change,
you’ll recapture that fiery wonder.
But till then I will recall.
This was not a hot summer.
