I used to know this guy – his name was
John.
Actually I still know him; I just don’t
spend my everyday with him - which
I did back then.
He used to say that that he didn’t like
September; it got him down.
At the time I didn’t understand, I was a
little younger than he or – more important – less experienced.
In a Jimi Hendrix sort of way.
But.
That was then.
It’s September.
Sigh.
Big sigh.
Big, Big sigh.
Separation
of all things
Sands
shifting, tides turning
Footholds
lost
Or falling
slipping
into September solitude.
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