My Nonexistent Summer

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

brittle brown.

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.

Image by Thomas Wolter from Pixabay



4 thoughts on “My Nonexistent Summer

    1. Thank you for the lovely compliments, Lily. ❤ I wasn't sure I wanted to post this poem, but I enjoyed reading/recording it enough to convince me that I should. I do like the poem even though I may alter it at some point in the future. 🙂


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