Snow Falls in August

When the luck runs out, when the wallets are empty and the bottles are dry, when the sun doesn't seem like it's ever going to set. When the hawks, they're circling, and they're coming more and more, when the horizon seems a little higher than it was a minute ago. When we've run for so long we have no other choice but to run faster. When the cops are asking about you, and they know I know something, but they have no choice but to let me go. When you're waiting by the telephone, waiting for the ring that you were told would come an hour ago. When food has no feel. When the bottles are still dry and we're a hundred pounds wet. When you've forgotten every other name but mine, and I've forgotten every other name but yours. When I cannot bear to look at you because it's too real. When cats chase dogs, snow falls in August, and colors are inverted, sending us through some acid trip universe. When our shoes fall apart and strip themselves from our feet, but it doesn't matter because we wore two pairs. When I help you stitch your wounds, and taste your blood when you're not looking. When I saw you do the same. When we're screaming at each other, and it lasts all night, and it lasts all year, when we don't think we're going to ever wake up. When there seem to be more tears than raindrops, when everything turns red, when I know that people can hear. When the children ask what's wrong, and when a plane seems like the only answer. When everything empty becomes full and everything full becomes empty, when I look at our bedroom and see only furniture. When they're isn't a cloud in the sky. When there is only silence. When I know the feel of your hair better than my own, when the cracks in your skin become words on a page. When safety isn't an option anymore, and lies become a little too easy. When the laughter strikes, when the windows shatter, when we're finally home. When the road rises up to meet you, just like they said it would. When we never let us go.