THE SCATTERINGS OF A SUMMER PAST (Untitled Part 2)
these are the scatterings.
shards of summer bliss left so nefarious..
so tempestuous.
impressive is your ground
it has gone off chasing Jupiter.
licking the rays:
of the temptation of the sun...
oh how you have proven me wrong.
and i am sorry i was never
the perfection you had wanted,
n'or the beautiful gift
that you could vigorously unwrap.
i am fashioning an idea
so foolishly in my brain
that i am the gift that you had asked for.
and i am sorry.
the world, to your advantage
works in equations and mathematics.
so how do you solve
these ever so tangible
mathematics of regret?
tutor me on how to solve this.
how to calulate my imperfections,
so that i may come to some conclusion
to show you how i feel...
you left me for outer space today.
floating obliviously into places
where time has been misplaced.
i can't see you coming back.
i have built a monument inside of me for you.
i hope you find your way back.
