july

as july comes
to a close
we
sit and stare
at the days we have
lost.

let slip by
into the empty promises
of
tomorrow.
oh july!
how i long for your return whilst
i am still in your
presence.

the way you have shown
me life, shown me patience.
to share the grace
of
your
stare
and your wit.

slip in the celebration of the everyday.
at the last
moment
possible i
notice!
this way has everything i could ever have. it is full
to the brink .
blink.
freakishly fantastic.

july?
will you show me again?
before next year?