SEPTEMBER FALLS

September always brings it back to me. Each year the memories return again. Perhaps those same thoughts stir your memory, Though maybe you no longer feel the pain Every time the leaves turn red and gold, My thoughts inevitably turn to you. But, as they fall, my aching heart turns cold. Everything reminds me we are through, Reminds me of the day you walked away. For it was in September you moved on. And, though it was five years ago, that day, Long afterwards I can’t believe you’ve gone. Let October come in to set me free. September always brings it back to me.