it's 5 a.m. now

After August comes July

3:07 a.m.

In the grand scheme of this little pathetic life I have lead
the knowledge of knowing you were there
for at least a portion of it
makes it all the more golden
all the more like a summer evening
like the last night before this town picks up the pace again
and children are running to their first days
and mothers and fathers struggle to catch up
behind the excitable giggles of friends
who hadn't seen each other for weeks at a time
and it's nice to know that I had spent that time knowing you
and there was no need to long for something I had yet to miss
and I felt like being near you freckled my skin
because you were as bright as the sun
and radiated during the deepest hours of the cold, cruel night
how could I ever thank you for making a mural
out of the small colorless canvas I had been parading with my entire life
how could I ever thank you for making September feel like mid-july?

.s