August is melting beneath my feet,
puddled like sticky popsicles around me.
Too many hours for too little days,
I won't let this river sweep me away.
It is never easy, these bittersweet farewells
however I will drown if on sadness I dwell
but still beneath my smile tears trickle down
blending with the moments upon the ground.
I never wished to stay
and yet more than ever I wish I wasn't going away.