Dark October (In Progress)

Walking down the lonely boardwalk
I hear something sigh my name.
It’s a Desolate dark October,
just like when you said goodbye.

The daylight is fading slowly
but my love for you lingers on . . .
You stole my heart and left my crying,
standing broken all alone . . .

A perfect rose, stripped of it’s petals
scattered by the cruel and icy wind,
drift upon a placid lake where
the ripples echo on