Lost September

I left the cabin on October 1 on legs of rubber. Squinting at the sun until my eyes adjusted, then I saw sunflower blooms and squirrels playing chase. Songbirds regaled me as I walked the path behind the cabin, my September home. While resting on a tree stump by a stream, I thought of how I came to be alone at that quaint rented cabin far from home avoiding loved ones, making no new friends. On August 31, the man I loved who claimed to love me too said we were through. The sudden break-up shocked me to the core. His coldness paralyzed me. I’d not seen the signs of waning love. Was I just blind? I had to get away. I felt some time in isolation just might be the cure for heartbreak. I’d write poems and commune with nature. None of my September plans came to fruition. I fell victim to depression. Not one poem filled a page. Instead of hours in nature, days in bed were my reality. I prayed for light to penetrate the darkness. Now I feel my strength returning. I am going home! October will be different—not lost. Date: October 28, 2019 Contest: Select a Title, Blank Verse--Lost September Sponsor: Edward Ibeh