summer shadows

Please reconsider leaving.
I’m sorry I complained about the heat,
You know how I can be.

Once again, I’ve slept under your blanket
My fears dropped all over the floor
Your murmurings in my ear now
Sweet morning dew.

Overhead the loon calls for his mate and I know you
Are listening, not to me
But to the rhythm of change
You are quietly slipping away, until next time.

Have I mentioned that it really wouldn't be odd
For each year to have
Two Augusts?