Turning the corner I discover a tree line,
I’ll return here frequently,
my own artificial forest in the city..
If I might have patience, settle into concrete
perhaps then find the words
watching skylines paint a summer sunset.
If I could share this with you I would be pleased
to know we could see the horizon
together a romantic setting an old familiar bench.
I wonder if she might ever think
about the days we spent yearning
along a valley of nature
searching each other’s eyes.
I know there are days I wake like today,
I wish it some other way,
if I could hold you in my arms and be okay.
Thoughts wander like a lonely leaf in autumn
like an old hat lost in the closet
used to have a fondness on his head, her branch.
I guess I will return to my walk again – setting sun
thoughts turn to the night
hoping a spectacular star gaze will comfort her soul.
Days like this in the haze of afternoon sunlight I love you.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
the ‘b’ series