The pic for August, don't ask about July. That month is dead to me.
When what was once
your world is now
a collection of fading
photos in an unmarked
box in the back
of the garage propping
up the broken shelf you
promised to fix when fixing
things was still possible
Do you ever pause
replay the ending?
Was is a slow crack
that gradually rifted
you apart or a swift
shattering that scattered
shards of combined lives?
And now, days and decades
have smoothed and rounded
those memories and a lifetime ago
things that never mattered matter
less, do you wonder if you chose
the wrong adventure?
Me neither
