After the long and tedious
Summer
The dreadful, terrible
Heat
That set us on fire and brought on War
Between lovers.
The bullets exchanged
The words still
Harsher,
It came.
Yesterday…
You looked at me
Not once but twice.
When you passed me
I didn’t feel anything
But now I think,
I should have felt a strange heat
How sad it is that the rain’s too late…
If it came a month earlier
Things would have been
Much different.
Then,
May be,
When you passed me
I would have surely felt warmer.
