Shirts and Summers
Shirts and Summers.
Walks post beers.
Just another day.
Just another way to say; I miss the old 'us' -
oh it rusts.
Hurts.
And I love it.
Heat of the weather,
Holding each other,
Looking at the blue sky,
wondering of whose and why,
Holding her finger,
in warm white shirt of summer,
he smiled and sipped water,
if not with her,
there's no another ...
she just smiled,
before they both died,
holding arms opened wide,
washed in the tide ...
Copyright © Pushpendra Pandya | Year Posted 2019
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