I will miss these August nights
the neighbors partying in the next garden
wishing on shooting stars
drinking my third cider
the cat, catching moths
by the outdoor light
the music of a lost summertime
caught in passing rain showers
unwritten letters
playing on my mind
thinking that yesterday
it was your birthday, friend
& that each August
we've been separated
I have thought of you
even if you haven't thought of me
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC
I will miss these August nights
the neighbors partying in the next garden
wishing on shooting stars
drinking my third cider
the cat, catching moths
by the outdoor light
the music of a lost summertime
caught in passing rain showers
unwritten letters
playing on my mind
thinking that yesterday
it was your birthday, friend
& that each August
we've been separated
I have thought of you
even if you haven't thought of me
