may o may.
you are about to go away.
we will miss your days full of fun.
you always keep us on the run.
it is shocking how you can drain us dry.
i'm not sure if it is the bank or the exhaustion that make me wanna cry.
i know without a doubt that you will be back.
i look forward to the things that you will spit out.
and soon we will take time to reflect and rest.
i can really say today that i might like you best.
(Oh, except for I LOVE June and I'm pretty crazy about the holidays and I think that Jan., Mar., Aug., Sept., and Nov. are REALLY cool too.)