Late September Late September, rain is moving in and the evenings are getting colder. I remember you in that thin coat. Late September, I’ve opened a second bottle of wine. Late September and I don’t want to wonder where you are because that’s what all ex-lovers do - they wonder where their former lovers are. So instead, let me send a prayer your way, let me hope you are wrapped in the arms of a new love, flesh to flesh, breathless, wet, enthralled, overcome, satiated. Why not? It’s the least I can do remembering the love you brought to me. Late September, and the evenings get darker sooner, faster. It’s going to be an early winter judging by the moss that grows on my heart.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Oct 2013 03:13:36 +0000
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