August's Secret

She does not know. 

The August girl with the sea of eyes.

A ghost from the past detained in memory. 

Tire swings, soaring evergreens, carved names.

Familiar faces, still innocent, but yet older. 

She does not know.

Glowing breeze and sailing boats.

Bare feet swinging on barked edge. 

Ripple effects all over again. 

She does not know.

About chapter 2015, teenage hearts. 

Seventy-three miles, slender roads. 

A coy smile with shattered red shards.

Witching hours, buried the chambers beneath the earth.

She does not know. 

The clinging of hands to the thought of you. 

Slipped away like sinking ships do.

Wishing upon stars, but didn't get far. 

1825 days, 261 weeks, and 60 months. 

Your angelic frame looms by fireside. 

She does not know.

The one three minutes and thirty seconds.

Traced footsteps, X marks the spot. 

Unburied lost love, risking it all again.

Treading water, staying up float, but how long? 

She does not know. 

That August found her muse again. 

Words spilling like wine on the lines.

All because of that fateful night. 

Cotton candy skies, glowing silk canvas. 

She does not know. 

Tired eyes, soft smiles, golden skin.

Quiet mornings, blankets of forts. 

Strangers whispers, chasing around us. 

But I know places in the woods, secret shades. 

Hides us from the hounds just like before. 

She does not know. 

The thread that ties me to you.

Maybe not lovers, but close enough to make her wonder. 

But it is alright now, kisses upon cheeks.

Handshakes like kindergarten friends. 

First time feeling the yellow rays again.