Of a Future September
In saddened silence
We will say good-bye
As our hands touch
One last time
And like the tide
Rolling out to sea
So drift the memories
Of you, of me
A tear rolls slowly
Down your face
And me, my heart
Is a lonely place
Where echoes of yesterday
Slowly die
And with it the feelings
Between you and I
We part and turn
Slowly walk away
As the wall grows
So the memories fade
Then of a future September
Someday I’ll say
It was the saddest month
It was the saddest day
© November 12, 1983
