like a night in October you swept me into you.
someone to comfort me and teach me what it is to lose.
because you left the moment I cradled your name between my lips
and I knew the reason you captured myself
was for your own certain bliss.
but just like October you came and you went
and I watched the leaves turn without your hands on my every inch.

these words are for you.
tattered,
yes.
but for you.
broken,
yes.
but still for you.
abundant,
no.
but what's here stays for you.
these words are all I have left.
they're all I can give you.
because you're gone.
a face in the eaves.
you'll just have to listen very soft and very carefully.

I've tried so hard to remember the love
that I've spent so long dreaming of.
wilted fireflies drawn from dust
and burned down memories
split from us.
we used to run with abandoned guile
deceiving each other with jilted smiles.

I whispered to your heart,
but it mustn't have heard.

broken wings
and fallen angels.
shiny things
with cogs and wheels.
turning further
from the truth,
I've never loved
one much like you.

maybe it's me.
maybe there is just somethig about myself that I don't see.
maybe my intelligence isn't what I thought it to be.
because you seem to look right through me whenever I speak.

but maybe that's just me.

maybe it's the way I say my t's without actually pronunciating.
or it could be my abundant narcissistic tendencies.
because you never seem to actually see me.

but maybe it's just me.

what a beautiful thing to have loved
if even for just a short while.