You are my August, reminding me
Of childhood memories, of climbing up
Mango trees under a lukewarm sun
I keep wanting to remember.
Of dappled sunlight on my cheeks,
The breeze combing down our hair
As we drive under the summer heat,
Through roads leading nowhere.
The scorching intensity of your stare,
As I drew lavenders on the back
Of your hand intertwined with mine,
In this meadow of strangers and chairs.
And I couldn't get any happier
For you have found me once again,
When I was lost in the spring
With a heart that's yet to mend.
Although our time was borrowed,
You're still not mine to lose,
August still brought me daylight
That has melted my midnight blues.