August

Summer nights
under carnival lights
were never as beautiful
without you.
Hold my hand,
Love,
don't let go.
Our future is bright
and we are new
and I can't bear to feel your fingers
slip.
In this moment,
there is no tomorrow;
there is only your eyes
and your scent delicately
slipping through my veins.
Despite the crowd,
you are the only thing I see.
This night was made for us,
Darling;
I can't believe I'd ever get so lucky
as to find you.