Pushpendra Pandya Poet Imagism

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 ...

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Beata Agustin February 21, 2024 at 7:47 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.