October

Theres an overgrown road for you to walk

After your time on Earth has ended

Its the familiar feeling of October at the end of it all

Through the rusted gate you walk under an overhang of trees that can no longer keep thier colored leaves

You take the path past the dying cornfields to a stone wall filled with gaps

In the gaps are letters from the dead back to their loved ones

The destination reads "All Hallow's Eve"

The sky is a perpetual dusk with a bruised purple horizon and the moon floats barely over the sun

There are children running who never seem to age

Old women collecting falling leaves as if they hold the memories they want to take with them

Ghosts that almost look alive

There are rules in this October that the living do not follow

Nobody speaks their full name

Nobody follows the music into the woods

and no one stays after the last leaf falls

In the atmosphere is the feeling of nostalgia for the life you never lived to its limits

Lonliness for everyone that you left behind

Stuck for now in the October you always saw in your dreams

But never seemed to touch while alive

Work was always busy

You became too old for Trick-or-treating

The wind carries the names of those who have forgotten you past your ear

and somewhere in the distance a church bell rings for a season that has no ending