Bye-bye July,

I’ll never miss you.

You are hot and lonely,

a narrow waiting room,

where the highest hope is to make it through unscathed.

July isn’t about fun or relaxation,

not in my life.

It’s about the future.

The lack of distraction focused my thoughts and emotions,

are I am left with who I am.

(The rest of the year, I find enough people and moments to pacify my mind.)

I’ve never had a girlfriend in July,

or a job I loved.

It’s a sign of something.

Maybe, hopefully, next year will be different.