a pool of crickets and lily pads
trinkets tossed if a rush and uturn
updraft and smacking lads
frisky and drunk-
drunk enough to see the subtitles backwards
call in the morning and seeing the message tomorrow
afterwards- couldn’t watch the sunset.
it wasn’t the same one
fire rounds
you said you’d be the one
and you’re not around-
it isn’t fair
the day we went to the fair
dimples so sweet
can see it from a booth afar
and now I’m alone at this lake-
craving a day at the fair
no farewells just the day
fade in sipping wine in May
fade out the lake is in the way
just need you to stay
Saint's Muse 