summer sucks it dry

Short of shouting your name
to the nonchalant sky
I don’t know how else to tell you
the creek is running dry
and there are only so many
billions of teardrops
to fill the void.

~~~

I miss you so damn much.

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the one the moon forgets

I paddle hard
to stay afloat
the sky is a showboat
bragging how it is bluer
than the ocean floor

I avoid the stars
they know how badly
I want to pull them down
in case the moon forgets
I exist

~~~

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the sky’s tricks

the evening drizzle was adamant
steadily tick tick ticking on the window
at the speed that made the earth wonder
if it would last till dawn

reflections in the puddles muddled with
the real thing
golden images from streetlights
beauty hid in the darkness of the night
but the heart could hear the truth
whispering

meanwhile, rustling trees
waited to see what tricks the sky had
up its sleeve

~~~

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caught

Blue sky
like sponge
absorbs everything
down to tiny drops
minuscule drips
invisible to the naked eye.

A goblet
full of fire
spreading heat
to every corner
that shows even the slightest hint
of carrying passion fuel.

Crumpled paper
caught in between
oblivious that everything
written in the sky
was never meant to be
part of their story.

~~~

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