By Carina Rafaelli
Summer has come to an end.
After months of close heat and ringed sun,
every gentle mirage that gave way to chaotic night,
the season of you falls to my feet.
Warmth and fury and fondness,
your dark shadow scraping against concrete stone,
the horizon bending where it touches the shimmering shore.
How do I let go of this side of you?
Wildfire swept through me then, and now
dying leaves, charred bark, the hint of slumber
I’m left to rest.
A breeze, bound to be forgotten.
We end here: your figure disappearing in the fog,
my mouth no longer forming to your name.
And where we end,