No going back

Thank you, summer

For saving me

From my self

The French sun

The opening of eyes

And ears

To see

And hear

The people who are dearest

If not always nearest

And the love

Of them

Of things forgotten

Of time

And

Space

To breathe

And

Be

Rich words

On pages

In air pods

From between lips

Which start to

Help make sense

Of a world

Become for a while

Poem-less

Passion-less

Point-less

Sleep

The stuff of dreams

And nightmares

But fortunately

Fewer of the latter

More of the former

And

Moving

Swimming

Dancing

Walking

Hugging

Holding

Feeling

Feeling

Feeling

Feeling

Feeling

Feeling

Time

Nearly

Now to go

Back

Back to school

To what

To whom?

Not to the place

Where it was nearly all

Lost

I was once was

But now found

There is

No

Going

Back

Thank you, summer

For saving me

From my self.

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