He came to me in a flurry of leaves,
And melancholic orange sunlight.
He was warm sweaters and cozy days,
A chill in the air when he got mad.
And how his gray eyes cried
When sadness engulfed him.
But what a gorgeous sight he was.
He took my breath away,
Without him even knowing or trying.
And every year I begged him,
Oh October,
Don't leave me so soon.
And he would smile sadly,
Longing in his eyes.
Don't worry about that now darling,
He would whisper,
Embracing my worries away.
And I wouldn't,
Because although I knew the end was inevitable,
October always came back to me,
No matter what.
-10/1/2018
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My Little Black Book of Thoughts
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