I miss the sun.
I miss the sun streaming through the car window
On bare thighs;
I miss your sunglasses and crooked smile.
I miss the sun.
I miss the sun and the warm black bitumen
On puppy paws;
I miss the amber Perth 4pm on your driveway
I miss the sun.
I miss the sun on the river from the sleepy train
On lazy Sundays
I miss sundresses in a heap on faded carpet
I miss the sun.
I miss the sun.
He slept a summer by my side
But he was gone when autumn came
And now it is cold, and grows colder still
And I miss-
I miss the sun.
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