a voiceless summer

by mistersoto

orange gleam
concrete streets
leading to sunset
his eyes containing silently
cloud formations

a distant index finger
taps enter
a heart begins to race
a reversible rhythm

moon darken
ended streets
wandering the shadows
fingers reaching out
for his absent confidant

following pavement lines
to his eyes
they drift
into the frame of a memory
of days schooling

on concrete streets
words fall
from conversations
now slipped from memory
held where?
by his absent confidant