It punched August
In the stomach and
Came right in front of you.
The sun is also confused
Whether to burn brighter
And cuddle you in its arms
Or to kiss you all
over your face
And leave your skin wet.
Finally, here it comes to you
Like a baby comes to the mother,
After 9 long months only to tell you
it loves you.
But you don’t know what that means.
Maybe because you've decided
to wake up when September ends.
