AUGUST

I am grateful that August
is the month when things choose
to end.

A month of worst anniversaries but still
I always imagine green.

I think of him swimming down deep,
of him riding his motorcycle,
of his fist through the mirror
and also me.

I am grateful for August
because there are also good birthdays
and times we all drink milkshakes
remembering and toasting

and I no longer live alone.