an old summer songlet

years old incense sticks

burn on the window sill

from a long passed april

next to my memory pad mattress

your afterimage burned in still

       

i still remember, that fond summer

when the world ended, our laughs and cries

all on that forgotten mattress

under incense smoke

we lived the best of lives

                      

from my stereo in the corner

lover's rock would

narrate the summer's haze

but lovers rock, like summer days

turns long and cold

                           

into my lonesome solo

and that window sill, id watch

for you, to let you inside

became a device of torture

and i still peek through those blinds

                                   

i still burn that incense, time to time

so i can sit and cry, like those good times

pretending your solemn imprint,

holding my hand once more

on that mattress, we lived a lifetime