Lyric

In August every touch was over-sweet

Sunburn glowing where our hearts would meet

You left a pear upon my windowsill

Said, “Save it for the nights that start to chill.”

But when September crept into the room

The summer haze began to lose its bloom

I cut the pear the way you used to care—

Seven slices, none of them a pair

The juice ran cold across my skin

A truth too sharp to keep within

Every cut revealed a part

We tried to hide in summer’s heart

This is Sevtember

Where the sweetness turns to something I remember

Seven pieces of the pear you left to wither—

Warm, then colder than ever

Oh, the August heat was loud enough to blur

But Sevtember brings the questions we deferred

Every slice of what we shared

Falls apart in the Sevtember pear

I keep the cutting board you stained

Seven shapes still whispering your name

Funny how a pear can show

The parts we wanted not to know

Your summer laugh was syrup on my tongue

Too sweet to see what we’d become

But cooler air will bare the things we hide—

It chills the truth we couldn’t clarify

The pear we saved turned pale by dawn

Seven cuts like proof of something gone

I tasted each, and every one

Was you and I—half sweet, half undone

The juice ran cold across my skin

A truth too sharp to keep within

Maybe love was never shaped

To fit the lines we hoped to make

This is Sevtember

Where the sweetness turns to something I remember

Seven pieces of the pear you left to wither—

Warm, then colder than ever

Oh, the August glow disguised what wasn’t sure

But Sevtember makes the fractures reoccur

Every shard of what we were

Still remains in the Sevtember pear

Even broken, even scared—

I hold the taste of the Sevtember pear