Previous Poem by Uriah Hamilton

It was a delicate summer
where one dreams of love
and wakes alone.

I had recently
been divorced
and only wanted
to see sunlight
on a girl's hair.

Following betrayal
of the heart,
I suspected true love
was as elusive
as clutching summer mist.


I promised myself
in the future,
I wouldn't be bitter
or condescending,
I would hope again.


A cafe by a lake
holding hands
across a table
during a perfect lunch.

Meet me there,
just once,
like we were children
from a previous incarnation.