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Hello, July

a poem by Evelyn Amissah

(original artwork by the author)



It's quiet

Bar the sound of slamming doors

In cars full of people packing up

No more places to see

No more people to meet

Kids waiting silently

Boring holes in sentient metal

To avoid each other's gaze, hide their teary eyes.


It's past the time to say goodbyes

Past the time to wave or cry

Past the time to dry your eyes

It's past, all in the past.


Soon I'll leave too

Though I'll hold on for a little longer

Just, a little longer

Sigh just one more time

One last wistful look

One last, "one last time"

Then I'll leave

Then I'll finally join the quiet.


Then I'll finally say: Hello, July.

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