1 MAY 2018 AT 21:27

As we laid on 
pale meadow
abreast,
I spoke you into sunflowers and
one by one, the sphere of
blazing wind
blew away the dandelions.
You,
looked away as
I dipped my fingers 
in the last rays of forever,
alas, the skies; 
endured a Sun
with two sunsets of summer.

- sp