Summer is, sometimes,
Rarely,
Your flying soul,
I stop it,
No "buts…",
I know you've got your reasons,
As ever
And err…,
But time's passed
Since then,
And this is just another
Summer.
You didn't get my point!
Is it still spring for you,
Or just your first summer?
So,
My love (longing)
And word
Were not enough
To prevent your soul from flying,
You're gone.
