august winter

scattered like the
myrtle shedding of
August

I slowly (re)learn
the ides of attachment
and its governing
over a weak heart

even shallow script
points to it

and so I wrestle
with expecting

when there will be
no call
no call
at all.

too far in to pretend

size and bite show it
long sleeves
keep warmth
close to me
so I don't get
too cold
being alone.