THIS LAST AUGUST (Petrachan Sonnet)

Let’s devote this last August to a lifetime

And place our joys in September’s memory.

We’ll delve deep, not just take a cursory

View but measure each daydream within its prime

And prophesy into the wind with voice sublime:

“He will not meditate an inventory

Of what might have been in next summer’s glory

But serenade another with his heart rhyme.”

I bequeath to you nothing of me to grieve

For our life together has come full circle.

No pangs of regret for I truly believe

I’ve loved you with every breath and muscle!

Love, the miracle of us we did conceive

Let this door close…begin a new lifecycle!