August
You arrived like sea glass. Sun-warmed and sharp-edged. Washed into my hands by some careless tide. Fate. I mistook glint for gospel. Your laugh for shelter. August peeled me open. Days dripped like honey, long and slow with amber energy. I drank each one as if you'd stay-as if summer ever could. I tried to hold on as it slipped away like a bottle of wine. Your lips never said forever, but your eyes did. I pressed my hope into the crook of your neck, soft as a prayer that feared its own echo. Our love ended but I still hear the echoes. Distant voices from the shore as I'm bobbing in the sea. We lived between the summer tides. Blankets on borrowed sand. Your shirt on my skin like a broken promise I kept wearing long after it cooled. August faded into September. A summer I'll forever remember.