High Summer. Poem by Peter Vealey

You should have been here
My love.
I know you could melt away all my fears
So much easier
Than these bad waters.
Lying at the end
Of a finer day,
We will never see again.
It`s more than a regret
You were not even here.
For the special moment it takes
To kiss you.
Got nothing more to say
Than on a beautiful day.
Your working too hard
And me, I am tired,
Mid-weekly,
Uninspired
Looking down along a river.
Reminiscing of carefree times,
When friends and I
Goaded lollipop sticks to race
All day long
For something (nothing)to do.
The sun is high
And I am lazing,
Daydreaming
Do not like
living on fantasies
But I feel this will be the
High summer of our love.