Summer and His Lover

Summer and his lover
Walked to the small café
Where they first kissed, shared middle names
Way back, way back in May

They ate tapas in silence
Then, as kindly as he could
Summer said, ‘it’s time, I think,
Some things were understood.’

Her fingers rubbed the glass stem
She listened, quite estranged
He, standing, kissed her forehead, said
‘it’s just…I’ve…y’know…changed’.