You were there,

You were there,

In the grey swell

Of a late August morning.

I saw you,

Hiding in the folds

Of a book.

You were yawning,

Bored with me,

The world.

With too little effort

Needed to maintain

A presence

You jog along,

Not really trying,

Almost,

But not quite right,

Not for a Tuesday.

A little bit off

But just enough...

There...

To be noticed.

You get by

On reputation,

But when will that

Sorry story

Reach a sticky end.

Soon you will be history

It is a mystery

Nobody has found you out

By now.

Tell me how you do it,

Every day

Promising more,

But you never deliver

Not consistently,

Just in annoyingly

Short bursts,

Dribs and drabs.

Teasing people

Into believing

They can rely on you,

And then pulling out,

Leaving them high

And dry,

Floundering,

In your wake

When you bail out.

If you are

Just going to be there

In the background,

Marking time

Through the long days,

Make yourself useful.

Build a heat haze,

Turn your mind

To cloud bursting,

And be the

Kind of summer,

I always thought you were.