Mayfly

Before you I’ve only had mayfly loves

Since I met you in May

I allowed myself a chance to dare to hope

Things might change

As the summer breaks

Any warm touch will scathe

Those of us who spent our days only

in freezing rays

Crushed under the weight

of a breaking wave

Yours always

If you can find me in this maze

or maybe just another fleeting life

to die before the end of May

I wonder

what easy words you’ll use

to explain me away