Mid-June Night

Poetry — Nostalgia

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The moon sleeps in tonight. The stars alone shine dimly in the sky,

their lustre obscured by the streetlight that glares into my yard.

Somewhere nearby a fire is burning, its smell on the wind,

mixed with the fading lilacs of late spring.

I breathe deep, a mournful nostalgia overtaking me.

But what do I yearn for? I am living the night I miss.