There will only ever be after you,
time stands still during you.
It is a drunken night of foggy dreams,
kisses we will talk about and never remember.
Innocents lost in the beauty of the burning tide,
a girl awakening from the haze of her past.
I am sure the during you was great,
I know its outline, its silhouette,
its flavour and shape,
you were a hidden figure I can no longer hold,
was June always so cold?
There is only ever after you,
eternal fondness for a summer
-or three,
that have up and left.
Our flame lit quick,
and while my ashes formed,
spring had come and gone.
After you, my phoenix forgot to rise,
destined for a life of tossed aside.
I am stuck after you.
But you have yet to arrive,
now the haze rolls over the tide,
and covers my sleeping eyes.
