In The Waves, Ca. 1945 - By Ruth Bernhard (1905 - 2006), German/American

mossy

Creatures of the night

?

¿

i spent the lousy winter forgetting you

and you still haven't disappeared

i see fragments of you in everything i do

i see you in the paintings i make

the poems i write

i hear you in the rain

i watch you move in the weeping willow tree

the birds are mocking me

they sing me a song i never can listen to

the leaves fall down

as my hope does

that i will ever really feel you again

the summer days are burning your last remnants out of my skin

at least i hope so

Have you ever noticed how nice it is outside

— Ocean Vuong, Because It’s Summer