The End of September Night
A youth's mistake
By Shanshan GaudreaultPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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Almost to the midnight
Dark blue sky
Why cry
I saw the photo of you
A small soul
Tender and kind
My eyes are sored
It's the end of September night
Do I miss you
or
The time you were in my life
I cried
Never I bought you a bed
Nor the best meal that you could have
Time is a funny thing
Same as the human mind
I miss you
Not how I planned
You came into my mind
Like the wind of the night
It's love
It's guilt
It's the end of September night
I lay on the new bed
Southern states have no falling leafs
A thick duvet covered me
I was sweating
In this end of September night
The duvet
Soft, kind, light
I hugged myself
padded my shoulder
wiped my tear
" It's ok."
" It will pass."
The only true comfort an adult can have
Is the lie we tell ourselves.
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