My summer love,
Like warm sand and soft skin
Turned brown by a burning sun,
Gave a last kiss for all that’s been,
A parting act for a love she’s undone.
A wounded man’s wail,
Autumn’s chill has just begun,
Reluctantly, I set my mainsail
Untying my knots one by one.
Give more time for sleep,
Time for love stories to be respun.
Alone, in my room, I sometimes weep,
Mine's a sonnet about a hit-and-run.
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