The second Summer's haze shimmers grey
regrets its passage to the sea
calling all comforts to closed blinds
soothing mint winds disinfects the bleeding horizon
faded like the painted red roses rusting on her shoes
transparent though her ghost glows softly upon hearing the right chords
she wraps herself in all his healing sorrows
to catch the faint scent of their last week by the sea
(I couldn't ever bear to capture these moments in focus)
finally having to acknowledge that nest had begun to unravel
10 tempting days drifting by so slowly
just waiting to hear one simple word
never once uttered
"Stay"
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