Second Week Of August

Second week of August, sky still holding on to blue

But there’s a whisper in the wind that says,

“It’s time to start anew.”

Packed up all my memories, some I’d rather leave behind

Like the echo of your laughter,

And the nights I swore were mine

There’s a picture in my glovebox

Of a smile I used to wear

And a voice I still remember

Even though you’re never there

I’m saying goodbye to silence

To the weight I used to bear

To the versions of myself

That never thought I’d get somewhere

I’m not here to be forgiven

I’m just learning to forgive

All the parts of me I buried

Just to find a way to live

August doesn’t ask for answers

It just teaches you to go

Even when your heart’s not ready

Even when you don’t yet know

I still pass by places

Where our laughter used to stay

Like ghosts on quiet sidewalks

That I walk alone today

And maybe healing’s quiet

Maybe peace won’t say a word

Just the sound of doors behind me

And the ones I’ve yet to turn

I’m not holding on to sorrow,

I’m just ready for the dawn.

Though the shadows linger still,

I’m choosing to move on.

August winds are shifting,

Carrying me through the night,

And I’ll rise with quiet courage

Into morning’s gentle light.

Second week of August,

A new story starts to grow,

I’m learning how to heal now,

And finally letting go.