August

You nurtured me,

Fed me,

Clothed me,

Bathed me,

And carried me around inside of you 

For nine months;

Living as one.

As mother, and son.

Your food became my food,

Your breath became my air,

And when I moved —

You moved too.

Because you grew with me,

As I grew in you.

But then August came around,

And I had to go.

But I never wanted you to go.

I always wanted you to stay,

But you, you chose to leave —

Me and everyone behind

In the middle of this darkened room;

While you found a way out for yourself.

And now all I have is what you gave me

All those years ago;

The colour of your hair,

The shade of your eyes.

Because half of me is you —

So it feels like you never left me;

When you already did.