Crushed again by mornings bright fertile light
Reminding me that you are not with me
Outside my door, gladiolas, poppies,
And lilacs bloom in their riot of color
Telling me of seasons not of my heart
What lies summer and spring do tell to me
Of life and passion, of sex and rebirth
When I can only hear of your absence
In my garden the birds do congregate
Tweeting and chatting of all our street’s news
The mockingbird daily tells me all rumors
But he mocks me with no rumors of you
This is but someone else’s summer day
Without you near, all my joy in delay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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