And so at last October dies
On the last breathe of
Crisp autumn air
That lingers in the morning.

On the exhale
November is born
Out of the frozen ground
And fallen leaves.

The months bring us
Further away from summer love,
Born half way between
Rainy days and midnight walks.

Yet the cool that comes
With the night
Has not dulled the warmth
We made under the sheets.

Maybe all love is doomed to die
But soon the winds of December
Will visit our chambers and winter
Is too long to bear alone.

So lets us name each other love
Beside the fire, under the blankets
Until the warmth of faded summer
Return once more.

What is depression?
I hear them ask as if they
are a simple congregation
replying on replay to the pastor.

Depression is not sadness,
it is important to understand this now.
It is not a cloudy Sunday or
the earthquake that knocks you down
after your first heartbreak.

She does not just visit on the
weekend or on the bad days.
No, when she comes she makes
a home inside of you.

Together you go to every meal,
every classes, and every party
like the most beautiful couple
and she is a jealous lover.
How could she not be?

Now remember back that
depression is not sadness,
rather an endless empty.
a numbing vacuum.

And after awhile you
no longer fight her loving
embrace and start to hug back.
It is now time to make things serious,
to go to the next level.

You leave the others behind,
it is best if is only just the two of you
for how can they understand
when you stop talking for days.

They will call you distant,
wondering why you chose
to sit alone at meals
and no longer call back.

But above all as much
as you hate her you
will also lover her
because if she leaves too,
only the empty will remain.