September Leave

It was good, together, with all of us You and me, nothing held in reserve We talked, argued and cried Laughed and swore, in love and anger Nights and days, sleeping or standing Close and aways, no longer alone Lae, Goroka and Simbu, pictures and stories For show and tell, muggy warm, wet cold Bright sunlit days, overcast and windy Sleepy long bus rides, tiring walks Short tempers, long apologies Hands as instruments hurt, healed and held Far far away now, but still holding me close. user name: mt motif: romantic