October Road

I left our crystal gaze

on October road

and walked away

unarmed against pains

as fragile as

the melting cinnamon-cookie

into your cup of tea

 

And every year

before the coldness of sad winters

stings my naked heart

I pass by that road

And

feel underneath my barefoot

its copper and golden leaves

 

And remember… .

The End

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