noticing – June 19


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



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