Remember that sweet summer breeze in June
Just as the sun would set upon our day
That comforting presence within the room
While we talked and I watched our children play
An exclamation point to our goodbye
Would cleverly mask life’s uncertainty
But the growing softness in your replies
Easily soothed my insecurities
Time rushes away with our past in hand
I scrape your cold dinner into the trash
Calendars remind you to meet demands –
But never the ones that I gently ask
Does it all disappear due to seasons
Or will I leave for different reasons
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