october was always our undoing

PERSEPHONE

October was always our undoing. Our unraveling.
 I never knew if it was the shorter days, or the darker nights,
 or something about the changing trees
 that haunted you; that scared you away.
 It was always there, in the early twilight, 

sleep deprived and shaking, that I needed you the most.
 Between rainy orange afternoons and cold,

grey evenings that I reached for you, stumbling and desperate
 for something to grasp onto.
 It was always there that you became a ghost, 

turning to vapor in my clenched fists. 

Fading before I could even notice the dryness of the leaves, 

the bareness of the trees. 

I buried every chance we could have had, 

tucked it away in a coffin covered in roses and daisies, 

kept it hidden from the rest of the world while I

mourned the loss of you, yearned for the longer days.

Waited hopefully for spring to return, praying 

until I ran out of breath, that you and your pomegranate mouth 

would be waiting for me on the other side. 

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