It’s happening again;
these wayward feelings
seeking comfort in the night.

Listening to the rain
beckoning a return
to dreams; expectations
whispering in our ears.

These long summer nights
are coming to an end; the
promise is a lie that we hoped
to obtain.

We said goodnight to hide
the truth; we will never
see each other again.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones