Monkey
My simian friend.
Puckered face that collapsed my knees.
Kerosene to the electrical fire that had died down.
The warmest months involved some light gusts of comfort
Light-hearted breezes crossing the flooded Mississippi,
To the cosmopolitan island where I remained.
Bringing with them optimistic words,
Gleaming whispers of a time,
That you were here,
To reassure me.
-how funny that this is all i have left of this summer. At least what I don't regret having had occurred, but that i almost wish i hadn't happened.
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