Echo of a Summer Night

In the hush of night,

something whispers in my mind.

A faint light,

a warm breeze,

your smile,

delicate, close.

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It’s not concrete, not vivid.

More like an old tape

recorded over,

with frames slipping through.

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But when I sleep,

you return to me,

clearer than memory.

Your voice like wind

through summer leaves,

the softness of the grass,

the soft glow of lightning bugs,

Your hands full of them,

the strawberry moon,

the way we watched it,

saying everything

without saying a word.

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And for a moment after I wake,

butterflies still float in my stomach,

your face warm in my mind.

Then,

like a ghost,

you’re gone.

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I can’t recall

if I dreamed

or just remembered.

Only that some things

were left unsaid.

Only a whisper

in the back of my mind,

calling my name

like a lover

lost to me

on that summer night.

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