[ hot summer night ]

nothing is left.
it’s empty, null and void
gone, done and over
a thousand times again
dispersed into the atmosphere
far away and distant
for the naked eye can’t see
what once was, once lived
but it’s time had passed
it came and went
very soon, and a little too fast
but it left it’s mark
its’ footprint, its’ signature
its’ flavor has remained
forever inside the broken hearts
of both you and i.
and maybe one day
in the middle of muggy june
on a hot summer night
ill touch the tip of my tongue
to the top of my lip
and remember how good it felt to taste you.

[ 11.24 PM ]