DRAFTS

july

July has been my month, july is kind, july is great and now it has come to an end, I am terrified. Maybe after July I'd cry again, maybe after July I'd suffer again. July is full of you, july was getting to know you, July was holding you, being near you. July was you. And if my hunches were right that when the july ends we'd also bid our goodbyes I will be Greatful that you stopped by. Because there is still July next year, and maybe by then it will not just be july.