There’s a softness to the world

 

that comes mid summer and stays til late September 

 

if we’re lucky, 

hope we’ll be lucky.

 

It’s a gentle, rainy warmth that seems to make everything around us glow.

 

Glow green and dusky as the sun sets low

 

and we walk. 

 

We walk along streets filled with houses

 

that smell of homemade dinners and barbeque. 

 

And drink in the sights and gentle hues

 

of a glowing night in summer.

 

And beside me, you are soft. So soft. Your voice, your eyes, your love.

 

So soft, I can barely hear them at all.

 

But I’ll trust that you’re there. 

 

For no other reason than that I desperately want you to be.