It's June now and I've had enough of being brave. I have had enough of being afraid. Thunder rumbled through the thick afternoon, And it rained something primal, drops bouncing Off the road, off the windscreen, The wiper blades going ten to the dozen As my mother drove me to town. It's like I'm a teenager again, regressing, Though I become more like her with every season. The air is colder now, And I'm drinking alone At the kitchen table with the door open Because I like the way the ground smells. I miss the heady air, close, and the Golden light before the storm. I felt like I could disappear then, Into the haze, with the may flies. The steam is drying from the mirror, I can no longer blend into this summer. The shadows rise, And you're still not here.
IRL Love Letters
