August

Memories are slowly filling the cracks

But August will always be for you

The anniversaries – marriage and grave

Your voice from our last phone call

Mother’s hopeful prayer

Losing you forever in that elevator

The last sight of your existence

Dreams consumed in fire

From cold flesh to crushed bones

I remember all

As if I was stuck in August all year long

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