It leaves a gaping hole in my chest
That pushes me back down into the mattress
And holds me there.
In June the wind blows as it whispers
Of all the time we have left
And the sky is blue
As the clouds float along
And everyone’s sadness leaves with the breeze.
In July the sun beats down and the worries roll off with the sweat
And the water glistens more than before.
As I lay next to my best friend and hear the night out the window
I am happy.
In August the light fades away
And the sky is still bright
In all the wrong ways.
You are tired of sweating and
Everyone’s sadness returns with
The chills of the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem