My august sweetheart

August—

a month when summer leaves with a gentle goodbye,

and so did you.

I wish I was good enough to keep you forever,

but what’s written cannot be changed.

My August sweetheart—

how beautiful was the day I met you,

you felt like the missing puzzle piece of my life.

I still wonder why our paths crossed,

a question that lingers in me with no answer.

I remember the night you laughed and said,

“if it’s a bad ending, then it’s not the end, silly.”

But I don’t know if ours was good or bad—

I only know it ended.

Just like summer, you left

only difference is,

summer comes back,

and you never will.

     _shradha