Orion

Gentle breezes
of you and I
To speak of balmy
summer nights
Where went the beauty
windswept plains
Of sawing cicadas
calling your name
Now resting here
within a tomb
I have created
to forget you
For here in grief
I’m not reminded
Of the summer we spent
beneath Orion.

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