August

It’s the first hint of it all being over 

I’m cold 

It’s august and i’m so cold 

I’m trying to spiral in quiet 

I swear I really am 

But I look up 

And all I see 

Are two normal people 

Thirty feet away from me 

On a normal park bench 

Eating normal food 

With normal conversation 

normally in love 

and it’s August 

and I’m feeling so abnormally cold 

and there’s no one abnormally beside me 

and I’m so abnormally alone