August ends

When August comes, the world exhales,
A breath of warmth, a whispered tale.
The skies hold secrets in their blue,
Of everything old, and something new.

The sun still lingers, but not the same,
Its gold feels softer, it calls your name.
It burns, yet cools with tender care,
As if it knows you won’t stay there.

They say in August, hearts collide,
Old ghosts return like a turning tide.
The ones you lost may seek your face,
Drawn by the month’s forgiving grace.

Shadows stretch long on quiet roads,
Where laughter fades and memory loads.
The breeze can carry a lover’s sigh,
Or hum a song that makes you cry.

For August is not just heat and sky,
It’s questions asked with no reply.
Why do we meet when summer wanes?
Why do we part with August rains?

It tests the brave, it tempts the meek,
It hides the answers we all seek.
The month of chances, soft yet strong,
Where right feels right, and wrong feels wrong.

And when it goes, it takes its due,
A piece of light, a shade of you.
You’ll watch it fade beyond the trees,
And feel the loss upon the breeze.

For August leaves, as all must do,
But it leaves a whisper: Who left you?


~me