September through May.

I'm split into two, but not an even half. I don't know which way I lean, who has the bigger fraction. Stupid thoughts, thoughtless thoughts. I can remember, but hazeily, feel the heat, or maybe I imagined it. I can remember sitting here, the afternoon heat fading into you and the chill of the evening spilling back into me. You woke me up and then I must have drifted off again because I couldn't have been awake this whole time. I've missed too much and you've brought me back out, for all of the wrong reasons yet I'm thankful. It will always be more, but never enough, I love but surely that's not what this is? I'll breathe, it's easier to breathe. There is no platform kisses, there are no kisses at all and that is good. I am in love, but beyond that with you, so far beyond it that I can't even see what it is, so I won't go looking and hope that you'll always be that one step ahead and I'll never have to face this.