The Gap of Summer

Summer light gently spills, Over the quiet, golden sand. Only your shadow softly fades, Slipping away from my hand. I caught the scent of the tide, A ocean breeze stroked my face. "It’s so hot," you laughed aloud, I loved your voice in that space. Even if you fade into the blue, Even if I forget the sound of you, The sky remains so deep and clear, As if nothing ever happened here... And another cicada falls down. The melting ice dripped on my palm, Leaving a warm and sticky stain. "See you next year," you softly lied, Through a fleeting summer rain. "Please don't leave me all alone," I screamed inside my silent chest. The sound of the evening cicadas' song, Drowned in the waves, laid to rest. Whether you stay or disappear, Time keeps flowing, year by year. Only the storm clouds we once traced, Remain in the sky, unerased... A shadow of what used to be. Holding your hand tight, In the quiet gap of that summer night. A warm illusion I can no longer touch, That I still miss so much.