Summer

These days spent mostly alone The social excursions more Severe, emphasized, and obvious As ever When will they come back? A man, drifting along The street, and eventually into The woods, walks seemlessly Into a patch of sunlight He thinks to himself: "Don't worry, you'll see her again." And continues his hike I live life through my bedroom now Whenever I am curious to see if The world has changed I Open my window But in disbelief slam the shutters And land on my bed, My eyebrows raised in bafflement