Listen to Ivy read My Nonexistent Summer
My nonexistent summer.
I walk through your sunny days
wearing words that decline your invitation.
Your loneliness burns my skin.
It will heal with time.
I tell myself this,
but I wonder as a crowd of sunflowers rains
smiles on my meadow. I breathe the scent of
well wishes as they sink into my
A path crunches as I walk toward our wooded haven –
the place where we met when summer was real, tucked inside the hollow of a tree
green and growing.
I used to revive in that space.
I apologize for the past tense,
but you only see me there.
I blame somnambulism for my illusion.
Unaware of where I’m going, and unsure of where I’ve been, I arrive
every day on repeat. But you aren’t with me,
and relentless summer sun refuses to light that space inside.