In Between Summer & Fall…💛

Lying on a blanket,
as still as we can be
watching the world spin.

When years
become new adventures,
sunsets become
a masterful end to a day.
Breeze, gust,
tender and warm whispers;
each breath
more precious.

My breath
now lands
on the nape of your neck.
Brushed away
by my enter locking fingers
replacing your now warm neck.
Catch me,
my breath won’t last.

Like a moment, its passed.


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