the humidity wore me down,
June brought you here & July prolonged your stay
now here we are at the tail end of it all,
the air is dense & my thoughts can't even circulate through it
days are masked by heavy gray clouds
I feel confined to my thoughts
confined to you
confined to face the fact that you'll be gone soon
I can feel the breeze moving in & I'm waiting for it to carry you away
things around here will change long before the leaves do