June

June 2020 Grand Rapids, Michigan

Kissing beneath, Junes pale blue sky.

How pretty the lake danced;

in white moonlight.

Gravity; replaced for eagles wings.

No longer in flight.

How I sparkled in your eyes,

and you; in mine.

It’s all a memory now, and you;

a ghost.

But, I can’t help but think,

Of those many, sleepless nights;

In June.