Dog Days
Smelling of sweet nostalgia
and sunscreen,
the ghost of summers past
comes to my side;
her hot breath on my ear,
she whispers "I miss you".
"I wish you'd stayed longer,"
I sigh.
Copyright © A.M. Demotte | Year Posted 2021
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