There is something so melancholy about August.
Is it still summer? Is it fall?
We dance with the hopefulness that
the crisp fall air brings
while we harmonize with the feverish buzz
that a summer evening carries,
leaving a lasting imprint
on our hearts
Sun spot kissed knees and bottom lips
are the marks that remind us
of what we had at a time that is simple and complex
both in the day and night time;
it all just depends on where you sit
or where you lie
who you speak to
and how hard you tried
who you hold
who you kiss
who leaves a tear for you
and who you’ll miss.
