Something Missing

Summer’s streamers rose on
Something more than two.
Hearts conjoined in clarity
We two, we happy few.

But the Earth revolves around the sun;
Each season has its day.
Sandy summer beaches set
And harden into clay.

Love’s the cruelest teacher;
These lessons are hard-won.
Now I sit here all alone,
Something less than one.


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Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

21 thoughts on “Something Missing”

      1. Well, in all reality… thank YOU! I will be standing in line to have you personally autograph the books you write. I am clearing a space on my shelf for them, right next to my Shel Silverstein collection. 🙂

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