Youth must be English, for she leaves without
goodbyes
You turn around and suddenly you realize
That she is gone, and she has taken summers with
her
And autumn weather settles in
Where youth has been
You’re left dumbfounded, in a trance for quite a
while
You wear a boyishly defiant little smile
As in the middle of July the leaves are falling
You keep refusing to believe
That she would leave
And even when you know it’s true you hope some day
Some full of summer, irresistible sun day
The day of handless clocks that keep what once was
ours
The lazy hours that slowly burn
She will return
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
prompted by Poetic Asides
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