Now and then,
when the wind whips the world warm
and all leaves
are but the blanket to the soil,
early nights bring in the thought of you.
When I think of people
I have loved
I remember a silent memory
so loud
I still hear it in the distance,
They kick and scream.
And you,
peacefully perched
on the marble floor
smiling up at me
at 1am
saying
'i missed you'

Every day since has been October.