If I offered you a smile
or a night
or even that summer you long for,
would you forsake forever
and be satisfied with my offering?
Would my affections,
or my passion
or even the time that you long for,
be enough to replace
the promise of something lasting?
A poem is easy
a smile easier still
a night can mean nothing
and a summer can mean everything,
but the promise of more,
of something beyond this moment,
isn’t that the only thing that will
keep you coming back?
Take this poem,
and the smile that wrote it,
read it every night
during the summer that is almost upon us.
I offer this to you in place of forever,
if it will keep you from being washed out to sea.