so, here we go again.
another october, spent wishing it was summer
when all you did over the summer
is wish that it was fall
another october that fades into a chilly november
a few days a month are ok
and a few moments you are happy.
here we go again
he has started the fire again
it wafts through the vents up to my closed door
and it makes me think of last year,
another november, spent kicking leaves
and warming your hands.
another november,
with no one to keep you warm.
and there is a strip
on the third step from the top floor
where you can feel the heat
so clearly
it's like wind.
and there is a boy
sitting in someone else's arms
with no idea
you love him
so clearly
it's like the wind.