A proper farewell to July

What secrets are you keeping under the floorboards?
Empty bottles of gin, rolling papers
Family portraits

I know how you think
And out of sight, out of mind
Is just a tired phrase
Don't you know?

I've watched your pupils widen
Your memory get shallower
Fumbling with your keys at the front door
Your cigarette hanging out of your mouth
And mine burrowed deeply between my index and middle fingers

We sat outdoors on the concrete steps
And we agreed about affairs and these family matters
We tried so hard to level with one another
Knowing we would find no civility indoors