If she could have stayed
In that Summer haze
Leaving only the perfume air
A few strands
Of her long blonde hair
Our bed left
As a wasteland
My hours now so bleak.
No warning no note
No poetry to cloak
Merely vanished
In that summer haze
Vibrating loss
A mourning kiss
Upon an empty dawn
Forlorn.
Moments long
To hours stretch
Night it falls
No telephone calls
No letter arrives
No footsteps fall
If she could have stayed
In that Summer haze.