autumn afternoon

by mistersoto

exiting and entering
yesterday’s afternoons
slowly evaporating
the autumn days of my teenage
time and it’s contents
pushing out of reach
expressions of my affections
half told
stony and unreciprocated
holding out for
an impossible realignment
a trauma of adulthood?
to go back
to those afternoons
slowly evaporating, like
of a sunset
how much of the adult
is the child?