September First

I am tired of cutting people out.

Of de-friending to de-emphasize

the memories,

the hands of many lovers that

have left

I think of you whenever I hear this song.

(there is nothing sad

about the winter,

only when she

leaves)

It is September first again,

and last year

you were around my waist.

This is different.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

What bittersweet reflections of love only seen now in memories... the lingering thoughts... the wishes and remembrances... Your words have such power to make emotions weep wild...

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write . Thank you for sharing...:)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The past reflective in the lines of this read...and the beginning got me into the read:

I am tired of cutting people out.
Of de-friending to de-emphasize
the memories,
the hands of many lovers that
have left

and the last part put this into perspective...