Saturday December 9, 2017
From a text
It was late August.
I’ve never liked August.
Too many endings
The nights feel like ticking time bombs
I never considered that until now
You were having neck pain
You literally could not watch me go
At the airport the day we had to
close the gate on most things
It was the hardest wishing you could
have been graceful about it
It was late in the last days
I’ve never like August.
Got a call from a flower shop
All the scraps and thorny sides mine