When You Aren’t Here

Written: © Maxima 

Fragments of the vanished summer
live in me like a far off city.
I breathe and exhale them as a
weeping sky low and gloomy.
I intertwine my fingers and feel
warm rains of memory fill my mind
Like tender words of passion spoken
before our summer disappeared.
The vows engraved in the bark of the tree
I guard jealously as secrets that we own.
I love you so much, you flow in my veins.
No matter how unimportant it seemed,
For this poem at this moment the city
where you live settles like a sigh at the
end of this verse for I long for that city
where you live.


Author: Maxima

Maxima is a pseudonym I've been using to authenticate my work. I’m a writer, poet, literary critic, and author of several booksIn addition , poetry as a basic form of literary creation ,writes short stories , aphorisms , literary criticism . ( Don't Let Tears Kiss My Face )( Between Shadows ) Poems written by Maxima have been translated into: English, French and Spanish As hobbies, I have a passion for photography and creating meaningful videos. In this site you will likewise see showcase my video creativity. Thank you for dropping by! Feel free to follow; feel free to comeback! With love Maxima

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