June’s 21st

But nostalgia still leaves ink
On my palms
And she leaves stains
On my lids
So when I close my eyes
I can only see you
And see you
And see you

And occasionally she
Will drip down my lashes
An arduous descent
Down the path of friendship
And silently
Blot my cheeks
In blackish hues
Of me and you

And I have loved you since December