I was July,

He was August;

Together we were

fleeting summer.

He held me around

my waist and

pulled me into his chest.

I closed my eyes

and wished that those

moments could last

forever.

He was wide open fields,

I was clear blue skies.

We met at the horizon

and melted into the breeze.

Wisps of charcoal smoke

combined with the

sound of laughter.

Together we'd float

and drift away.

Just like the last

days of summer.