September rains have arrived
biting their tongues...

Stoic with a marble smile
and a fixed stare...

My fingers yearn for a time
when they penned...

Lub dub... lub dub... Lub dub...
You quickly became the drum...

I am a faulty fuse on an
expired mortar...

I'll miss the lavender sunrise
each time the rain pours down...

One look-
one solitary zaffre glance...

Each shallow breath that
sneaks past my lips...

I can still feel you tracing lightning
across my palm...

You are cedarwood and vanilla
sparsely thriving in my...

Trepidation permeates my
every thought...

I was an abandoned marigold
forced to prosper in the...