Summer Sun
By Tilly Aistrop
summer sun is here,
I wish you were close
again
burns on my skin
red like your lips
I wish I still saw you
wish I could hold your balled fist
boney and fragile
like the skeleton of a canvas
you’d surely be painting
I wish you’d paint me again
see me again
but not how I used to look
I wish you could see how I’ve changed –
in the photos I’ve took?
summer sun is here
again
my shadow alone on the grass
I wish I had listened to my mother
when she said time passes fast.