“past octobers” – a poem

waking up among the gilded leaves,

they shine like new honey against the sky.

i have wished for years

for a feeling i can’t reclaim –

that was lost from me one October when I was sixteen.

i breathe the scent of possibility,

and it fills my lungs with the need to move forward.

and yet I also need stillness,

i need a simple cup of coffee and conversation,

i need my heart to glow crimson with a feeling

of belonging.

 

 

 

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