september hovers over my bloated fingers before
pressing her petite lips on them and leaving...
As I learn more
about the way I think...
Sometimes I just think
how I am supposed to feel...
Sparkly eyes seep
Alarming truths...
No one will love me the way i hope they will
No one will cherish me the way i want them to...
If I could find away then don't you think I would...
If I was given the time of day...
There is an intersection
within my imagination...
Melody speaks beyond the trees
Yearning for her spirit to sing...
Oh how I used to wait for you,
my sweet September...
When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost...
Human expressions deformed
Sun shine void of warmth...
Father.
You speak coherent words...