july

Dear July you never told me that I would be so
lonely
on your warmly sunshine days
& that the sunlight patterns would swirl
under my feet while I walked, but only
make me feel dizzy.
That Past-regrets & Worn-out Sorrows
would eat so many of my thoughts -
And of course, Worry about the Future,
and my state of being - what
boyfriendless? & invitationless
The weight of not leaving