By the start of September
The wilting leaves once again
Dreary of me waiting
Till nightfall.
A man that was left hanging
was sitting on the bench
Daydreaming of ardor of another.
He still misses the gentle hand
The runs through his hair
When he's falling asleep
Almost forgotten the feeling of it.
His pale skin that still feel
The warm touch he kept in
Troubled by the look of sadness
Because he was reminded
To always smile.
A book he adores;
The four chapters
Where he fell in love.
He still wears the necklace
With the initials of someone.
He often walk the pavement
To remind him he's not alone.
He wears glasses
With no prescription
Just to hide the teary eyes
When he's about to cry.
The usual rendezvous cafe
Because that's only place
He can hide.
Everything became a reminder
That he was once not alone.