Where are you this night?
I’ve been waiting in anticipation
for your flight through the garden
yet you fail to appear.
Is it the coolness of this evening,
when you prefer warmer nights
in your seek of partners,
that keeps you tucked in leaves.
I’m disappointed, even heartbroken
that this one night in months
when the temperature is inviting
to us both, you shrug me off.
Perhaps today’s rain has dampened
your wings, and without heat
they remain soaked, bound
together, locked without flightness.
So be it, I will find my solace
remembering the warmer nights
when I watched in delight as your
beacons fluttered in the garden.
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