August nights
Summer is kissing me goodbye, and suddenly I am a child, grabbing her skirts and pleading for her to stay
Ghost daggers grow more solid than wispy, embedded in my flesh
Old scars glisten again
My entire being is aching with a plea
For time to stop, for everything to stay, so I can hold it
One last time, hold her in my arms
One last time, stick my tongue out and make her laugh
One last time,sink against her and relax
One last time, sit and think tangible thoughts together
One last time, look in each others’ eyes and feel the intimacy of sisterhood and wonder how long it’ll last
August nights, and the summer is making me remember
The sisters I thought I’d be hugging forever
