If you see her,...

...tell her the sun is there for her.
Each, golden day of Summer, falls
gently now. In human touches, and
humid nights,
there is solace in companionship.

In her eyes, you'll discern kinship;
the hot breath of a life, given meaning,
beyond any pain involved.

The air, or the lack of wind...

...the tear...

...If you've met her,
tell her I love her...

and, embrace, the memories of stolen
Summer Days.

music, by Coldplay. Photo collage & Prose/poem, by Will