August

The final grains in the hourglass of summer

Be sure to not let any slip through your fingers

The responsibilities that never left peak ‘round the corner,

Ready to pounce back with full force

Eternal sunshine’s about to fall out of view,

And we’re left on the stoop of early fall 

Wondering if the light will ever return from its cigarette run

The death march increases in volume,

Proving that there’s nothing worse than knowing how it ends

We always come back to summer like a jilted lover

Never learning from last year’s heartbreak.

Summer is too charming, too alluring, too addicting 

To not want to do it all over again

We ignore that summer is a ruse

Our obligations are the same

And there are more than just three months to seize opportunity

Summer is a narcissist saying

There’s no one like it

And that you won’t ever survive without it

Or be happy away from it.

Maybe try to enjoy the light from the moon for once

She’s gentle, and gives you grace to find yourself under the cover of night

The light of the summer sun blinds you from what is true

It Convinces you to neglect you real life 

Your real priorities that collect cobwebs just in time for Halloween

So, yes, August, our time is running out

Though we’re turning the page to the next chapter,

We are not closing the book entirely.

Because would summer even taste as sweet 

Or would the sun even warm our skin the same

If not for the fall, the winter, the spring?

If not for the things that contrast it so wildly,

Would summer even matter much anyway?