6.19.2016
the lilac smell is sweet
close up to my
nostrils as I raise
on tiptoe to
their aroma
it’s a dark night
the street empty
but for my love
and I out to
gaze after nothing
we enjoy the crickets
then my eyes fill
with tears.
we guys so often
just do one thing
after another
not noticing that
things have come
to an end
like a son moving
out.
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