summer poetry

 see to it
that you hear
the love of your heart

you left behind
a digital coffin
in which lay buried
a foot-trail you left
on your way
to my heart

on your way back,
you tread slowly
hanging a cigarette loose
from your lips

you mumbled
incoherent voices
like sounds and silences
interspersed in the forest.

i could hear it then
the faded thunder of
every beat of your heart.