She came last September
Ripped my heart out
She drowned out all words and sound
All the desperate screams and shouts
She was born on the day as I
A sorrow in September
Woeful with the widowed wind
Waiting for her past December
At length she bled right out
Trampling the ground beneath my feet
My empty house now stands
A ruin of crumpled sheets
Would she come again
Around this river bend
Would she walk alone
Or still be married to the wind
I look to the skies
Hope perched high in the sun
Yet I remember with a wry smile
My lone September, my cold grey one!
Ripped my heart out
She drowned out all words and sound
All the desperate screams and shouts
She was born on the day as I
A sorrow in September
Woeful with the widowed wind
Waiting for her past December
At length she bled right out
Trampling the ground beneath my feet
My empty house now stands
A ruin of crumpled sheets
Would she come again
Around this river bend
Would she walk alone
Or still be married to the wind
I look to the skies
Hope perched high in the sun
Yet I remember with a wry smile
My lone September, my cold grey one!
P.S: Written on September 3rd, 2012
