it’s August and nobody’s listening
but you
I had to leave
it’s like some hyperactive child
is coloring in the nights with black crayons
the scribbles getting in my eyes
I was wondering what you were doing
now that you’ve gone
I can’t believe that
once you were only a touch away
the baby is crying
it’s no longer warm
where you used to lay
all of your daydreams
have drifted away
