August is the coldest month,
A stark contrast from the warmth of April.
Yet still,we forget the truth, that the seasons are built to **** us.

The doorbell rings very frequently where I live.
It is almost always too late in the night for me to bother with it,
So I let it ring.

When I decide, finally, to let the visitor in,
I can say for certain, at that moment if I have made a mistake.
Sometimes you just can't see through the keyhole.

I don't forget how lucky I am to be alive,
You'll never know, but I will remember.
So, mistake or not, I am pleased to entertain guests.

And around the table, as we sit, I am the only one to smile,
The demons have come and I am finally ready to speak with them.
I welcome them, and though they call me friend,
(And I to them.)
They greet me with disdain.
I am just pleased to have been able to finally address them.