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.

The End

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