The Coward and the Thief

I saw you there that night in October Tired leaves had began their fall The autumn ground burdened. Your hand held there on the small of my back Pulled me in closer still Until my stomach churned. Is there fear in such known sorrows? Your familiar scent felt so cumbersome It pushed me toward the floor My naive nostrils burned. Was it sandalwood? No, it was cedar. The pain once suffered mattered to me no more You gazed upon my ghosted heart Saw love you hadn't earned. I was a coward and you were a thief. I allowed false endearments to be my guide Bewitched again under your spell Every fibre of me mourned.