perhaps

Maybe Summer will stay a little longer.
The calendar says that there are days still left, but I know it lies.
I will blink, and life will begin, and I don't know that I am ready.

Summer.
It hasn't been anything I expected.
I had planned all year for these short months, but those plans evaporated one by one, all for their own reasons and in their own ways.
Not much is left.
But maybe it is just enough.

Maybe September will wait a little while.
The calendar tells me exactly how many days are left, but maybe it lies.
I will hold my breath, and life might wait, and I think I would like that.