OcToBeR

October is full of promisses...

the change of season,
the bright decaying colours,
your visit that went as fast as the wind that blows the leaves away,
so you blew away my fears.

I'm free when I hold you.
I can now breath the cold air.
I had you so real,
I had you so close, in October.

October does carry a different mood with it
the days get shorter,
the streets darker,
a ghost walks by my side, whilst I remember your smile.

Sometimes I shiver and I'm scared,
that our lifes would go so fast,
as time accelerates when we are toguether.

x
azile