October Home

in Octobers dusk

I can hear the falling leaves 

like whispers tapping upon the ground

sweet pine hanging in the air

brings me closer 

to what feels like home

longing to stay the night with you

until you tell me no

dwelling in disaster never bores me

broken sunsets make me cry

the trailing tears lay dried

as unspoken words on the window pane

laying there with empty arms

has the darkness lasting long

empty space is hard getting used to

drowning in the words you never spoke

fate holds the winning hand 

that takes the pot every time

surprised by nothing once the curtains draw

some stolen sorrow would sure be welcomed

smiles carefully hide in pockets till the dawn

weary is the mind constantly racing

heavy is the truth that holds the hammer

lonely is the heart chasing yesterday


Boston, Ma
10.8.19

2 thoughts on “October Home

  1. Your words echo in my chest, and the finale stanza is poetically stunning
    “weary is the mind constantly racing
    heavy is the truth that holds the hammer
    lonely is the heart chasing yesterday”

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