Poetry · Writing

cravings when alone at a lake

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

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