I am holding you like water in my shaking hands

I can feel the element slipping through my fingers as I panic, afraid, horrifyed it means i'm losing you

With every moment of miscommunication I trip over my own feet, spilling even more of you

I lose your smile tripping over stones

I let go of your voice turning corners

And soon i'll lose all of you

Every ounce of the person I once knew being nothing but a trail of water following my steps

Ill forget about it in the future

As the temperature rises and the water evaporates into the air

Your voice mixing with the wind

The color of your eyes just being the color of the grass.

It wont matter.

Come november. It wont matter.