Shakyhand shading eyes,
Of course I picked the longest day of the year,
To stretch out hardest parts,
Burden brow and brain alike.
A shimmering horizon, maybe more mirage than signpost,
Without solace in pursuit,
I must get to the place on the other side;
A place where these weights can be removed.
You said those words again,
The ones you once whispered from behind rose tint heart-eyes,
And made my heart stop the same way.
A reminder of where I belong.