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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