AFRAID OF AUGUST

by whitehorse

now i am asleep

this is how lonely it is when you do it
but maybe you dont want me to wake
and say the things i always do.

because when i sleep i cling to you
like i am poor and your the bible

and what a sad metaphor
for the happiest times in my life
and maybe if i said something now
it would topple this house
we have built out of cards.

but i doubt it.

because all that time you were sleeping
i was laying down concrete