Today the summer sun warms not my heart.
The bluest vaulted sky has no allure.
Each breath is long and merely sounds a sigh.
Time hangs a weight of iron round my mood.
To live by looking backward leaves a space.
Present moments wither with stifled hope.
This cold wait overheats my salty tears.
The summer ended when you went away.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-wait/
