August

[Wjames]

You can say goodbye by driving home with the radio off.

You can say goodbye by staring out at the moon,
remembering her cold hand come pumpkin carving time. Very nice wording and imagery.

She said autumn is now my favorite season
because we spent all summer
smoking and staring at our shoes.

You can say goodbye by shifting between static Is this static from the radio? Or static from the bed sheets? If it's the latter you might want to add sheets after static, if the former (or something I'm missing) try some other way of clarifying.
and swallowing a handful of sleeping pills
so you can fall onto the pillows
like a body might stumble from a ledge. You could cut might.

Goodbye, broken glass. I like this, it works simply as a goodbye to a broken glass, yet I also get an image of someone saying "Goodbye", followed by a glass breaking. That may just be my weird mind at work late at night though.

Goodbye, hand towels and carving knife.

You can say goodbye by writing if you can.

She said, Don’t worry about the night,
it was always too dark for me.
You’re thinking about this too much.
Buy a motor car. Drive somewhere far from me.
The ghosts will be gone by morning.

The images were fresh and well written. I also like the title, as at first it makes it seem as though you are meaning to say goodbye to August until the final stanza makes it work in a different sense, the lingering specter of August's memories. I could be way off base however, but I like my interpretation.

One knit I do have is that the first three "you can say goodbye's" seem more like someone trying, yet failing to say goodbye to the memory of a lover (not actually succeeding in saying goodbye).

Anyways, I enjoyed the poem