Dear August, I miss your hazel eyes that seem to suck the little sanity I had out of my body
I love your smile that made me feel so giddy and and childish all over again. You fed me my youth which made me hate you for not being there at that time because I needed you more than anything
How you would dance with the wind from side to side. I hated how the wind would undress you hoping to see more of your olive skin. But you would refuse it because we both knew you were all mine.
How your laugh would echo in my heart making it a bit more excited than it initially was. How your laugh sounded like our future.
How the sun would shine brighter in your presence. How it would trace it's finger tips on your skin.
Dear August, some call you Fall. Well, I would like to fall with you if not fall for you.
They say when you fall it is when you drown yourself just to appreciate breathing again. To revive yourself, to live once more.
I have drowned in the sea of your sorrows with you. My lungs stung not for air but you. My body hung in the midst of your sorrows.
You caught your breath but I still hung in the sorrows that never belonged to me.
And I still lay here my dear August, waiting for you to revive me
