By Savanna Landrum

We had a few–

A few good years.

We celebrated early,

before the azalea bloomed.

The days were rushed.

Winter was warm–

I don’t remember my party

And neither do you.

If only 

the nights were longer,

And the weather was cooler.

You hope the breeze lets up

To keep me near.

I am always down,

as the spring sky is blue.

For everything in bloom–

there might still be

me and you.

The heat rolls in

as time runs out.

You on my shoulder

and everything to cry about. 

I can’t tell you I’ll stay.

I can’t make a promise.

I’ll hum along,

to the pressures upon us

In the summer, we would fly

down William Few

trying to hit the soft notes,

but we’d fall through…

We sing you might not miss this,

But I know that you do.

And so will I,

if I ever take root.

So, please

write me a song

a love letter or two

something honest 

to keep me blue,

And I’ll hum along,

singing your tune–

the words you write

to keep me blue.