Something about
June tells me to try
again. I quit or I keep
things, just like last year
I have my reasons.
People disappear like
packages of gum I chew
to keep myself sane. 
There are no sayings
others have for this
month I have claimed
as my own. No flowers,
showers or promises.
Simply June and the thought
that I can try this time to be
better. The only difference
this time around is that I know
I am enough.