I miss those days
When summer dread
Gave way
To an autumn warmth
And rising steam
On passing asphalt
Along these heavy old roads
Trailed vaguely
Behind each mirror
Our holiday
Made poems about
When your eyes told more
Staring back
While songs played
Ever so softly
With such distance
Fading like lyrics
Taking shape
Of another lost track
Coming back round
Looking home
Towards seasons close
Seeking stations
And the arms which love
Always stretched
Around my waist
Never full.

• J. Pigno