July to August.

I'm crying

Because nothing feels the same

You don't walk around anymore

But I still feel you near.

There will be so much missed

So many smiles

The flashing of happy eyes

There's always after

I don't think this is the last time.

Footprints in the grass

That never fade

Time after time

I remember it all.

As prickly as a cactus

But as lovely as a flower in bloom

I keep holding on

Until I'm lying still

And I know you're there.

There's so much to say

Yet you know it all.

I'll be seeing you.