During those short days, who did you spend time with, what years did you share, what books did you read together, and what words did you say. Will time slowly heal the trauma in my heart, and what will be spelled out from the wreckage?
It may be a tragedy to meet someone who is too beautiful when you are young. All he could recall was the brilliance in her eyebrows, so vivid that they couldn't even touch the night.
I will never forget my August.