• i.
    june nights spoke
    of the first time
    i breathed into you.

    your blue-grey eyes
    bore into mine
    and suddenly
    every cliché love song
    fell into place.

    ii.
    our lives were antebellum melodies,
    shadows dancing
    on the white front porch
    under a tragic graveyard
    of stars.

    we spent july
    whispering overused affections
    in each other’s ears
    ignoring the jealous stares
    that came with it.

    iii.
    then august winds
    started to blow
    and our kisses grew
    more urgent.

    suddenly constellations
    no longer formed our bodies
    and my chapped lips
    grew numb
    without your touch.

    iv.
    you began to forget
    and my mind started
    to play games
    as the salty breeze
    descended into september.

    i dreamt no more
    but instead wrote wishes
    in a cracked glass bottle
    left in the sea, along with
    my severed heart.