Then came the midst of October,
Eyes laid onto purple plaid,
Race horses tracking mud
To a gate never found.

A miserable silence heard by you and I,
Maybe others overheard too—matters not, nigh
Speak to me and I unto you;
This rare and brief existence that sparked nothing new.

And I, who sulk long and hard, never pray,
For or with you, nor the few who heard our name.
Some say other than what I claim
But never will I dare go back; by my own hand, I’d be slain.

So it *****, all’s unwell, and nothing is right,
Wherein silence is an itch and your name a light;
An angel, you shine with beauty and brain
But don't part way in my most favorite—the rain.

A face from childhood, a thousand days gone,
You’ve changed, nothing wrong—

You pass by me, bat an eye,
And it's as if I never longed.

You stand by me, I'm silent and can hear you now,
I've always thought our voices sounded near bound.

I'll slit my wrist, leave behind a scar;
Something drastic that you'd never see from afar.

Come close, hear my mumbles,
but you're too busy with your own frowns and grumbles.

If everyone had it all,
The world would thaw.
No more tears from it's people,
And I'd no longer feel so sad.

Snow would fall down
Onto this frozen lake.
I'd no longer curse
At such a miserable state—

But, I still do,
Because I don't have you.
So the ice melts,
And we wistfully fall a new.