Summer Night - Poem by Edwina Reizer
On a breezy summer night
when love is in the air,
sits a sad and lonely man
with a lonely, lonely stare.
What seems to be vacant eyes
are eyes that remember where
he spent his summer nights in love
and never had a care.
His mind is filled with nights he spent
with the one that was his own.
The summer breezes blew her hair,
the strands of it windblown.
And now the heat is stifling
as he pictures her young face.
Now all his nights are endless,
timeless, endless space.
So he sits on a summer night alone
with memories that won't leave
and stares vacantly at lovers
that makes his heart still grieve.
For summer has never been the same,
nor will it ever be.
It's only for present lovers,
not for he and she.
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