When Summer Came

when summer came

you were gone

I was here

and neither were fair

you laughed once

bright

like a lighthouse

you reminded me of home

that there were homes

gleaming Spaniards

pretty boys

in pretty caskets

with pretty flags

and flowers

it’s not fair

sweet boy

that I should feel the sun

and you do not

that I should have nightmares

while you find what dreams may come

we picked shitty jobs

mi amor