september

hello August,
the skies have been ugly, they do not speak of the vulnerability you promised
we wipe chalk off this board and these chipped nail polish on my fingers will eventually wear off
toothpaste still tastes the same and so does my cooking
my eyes have been dull and i do not make wishes anymore
we take sides in the maze that meets no end and drop gingerbread crumbs (i can see those on your lips)
here are my keys to the piano and the map from tracing all these necks and collarbones

we sink lower into September