June

 All my love songs bloomed 

into woe

But now it is June

And flowers begin to die.

You're wrapped in a thin veil 

It is white and I

Can see right through 

And so can the rays

Of the Sun

You can sit here On the garden chairs 

The crying and wailing and raining is done 

Your white veil won’t be draped by rain 

or

Tears,

You can ask me how I am.

And I can tell you the honest truth 

And maybe you can too

Then we can lay everything on the table. 

We have Mangos,

At home so,

Smile.

 

And say goodbye until I see you again 

After another love song 

And

Another woe.