Wow, I can’t believe it’s been an year! I wrote this following poem last October but never got around to sharing it. So I thought it’s only appropriate now that another October is here, to post this as an Ode to this month of dying beauty. It’s also a testament to how far I’ve come as a writer and most importantly feeling comfortable enough to share my work with the world. It brings back all kind of nostalgia to think I couldn’t share this last year but now I’m ready to own my writings and the writer in me. So without further due here it is.
October is here and September is gone,
while November is soon to come.
The days turn to nights and nights into days,
While I wait for your return.
Standing on the threshold of our dreams,
I stand gazing upon the autumn trees.
The crisp air swooshes by me,
And leaves filled with color fall upon my feet.
I melt into the October sky,
I reflect how so many months have since passed by,
while I wait with my tears all dried,
And coffee turned cold.
The morning sun peeks through the autumn trees,
Solemn air mourns and weeps.
I need your warmth to save me,
From the cold dark nights that are soon to embrace me.
October is here, but not you.
Maybe November, maybe December.
Or maybe in January February.
Someday you will return,
Whether it’s March, April, June or July.
I will wait for you forever,
Even through August and September.
And then October will come again,
Bringing back memories of the day you left.
Leaving behind a flesh of heaving weeping mess,
Stranded on the doorway tracing your footsteps.
October is here again, but not you.
( Nostalgia )