Summer Sadness

I decend the cool stairs
And a summer sadness fills me
an emtpy sweetness, of feeling the space you left.
The sun comes out, and we feel warmth for the first time.
But you left before it came,
And I park where you used to, beneath the chilly shade.
The nights are warm now, the days are hot.
People shorten their pants and sleeves
to wake up and look around at each other since fall.
I look around, and sit in the cool basement
without you.
You're going, not gone.
And that makes it all the lonelier.