Sad Goodbye
The leaves are gently blowing down the shadowed summer lane. The trees create a tunnel we walk through. I know you'll soon be leaving and that fall is on it's way. The airs so hot, the sky so clear and blue. Your eyes touch mine, then look away. I smell the new mow'n hay. Our fingers intertwine, then fall away. The heatwave shimmers on the asphalt. Or, are those tears there in my eyes?
No matter, just another sad goodbye......
By; Phillip G. Inman
February 2007
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