Tag Archives: August

There is no December

The cold hands of January grasp at February’s promise, the warmth of March always just out of reach. You rub my shoulders, kiss away the ache as April continues her rain over gentle, submissive May. We sing the song of … Continue reading

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always August

It was August, always August, when the heat rose as the sun stretched out its fingers and you scrambled up the apple tree, chasing after those last rays of summer. I never followed, afraid of falling, always tethered to the … Continue reading

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