Melancholic love song
floating on the air
wisps of music
taunting my ear.
He is under my skin.
He is in my head.
He is always in my heart.
I do not understand
what is it about me that
cannot let him go?
What is it about him?
In my dreams
in my thoughts
fool am I
for loving him still.
I wonder
when he reads my words
does he laugh?
Or does it hurt him
the way it hurts me?
He haunts my dreams.
The worst of it is…….
I really do not know
if the words I write
mean anything.
Happy thoughts
of him…..
of me…..
  beneath the summer suns.
January 25/19
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