We agreed there were too many leaves on the ground for August. At night, the temperature was definitively autumnal. 

The days passed quickly, and we found ourselves plotting ahead–not wishing away the days, but preparedness makes us powerful. 

The dog perched on the back of the love seat, and we dozed on the couch, oblivious to the ups and downs of anything outside.

This is how It should be, I decided, while you fell asleep on my shoulder most nights. 

At night 

You start to see

Where you fell short

And when it’s late

Sometimes you’ll remember 

The reasons why you let it sink; 

When it only took one more stretch,

One more reach into the void

And you would have seen 

All of it.