My September never came,
Thought it would but it’s all a game.
My September never came,
Leave the lock to rust in the Pouring Pain,
Feel it truth, the rim with youth,
My cup was filled with fantasy.
My September continues to drift,
Run a-muck on lies under-sheltered ties,
My September never came,
Offered the keys, they dried.
My September locked away, packed the
Lacking memories, put them on display.
My picture on the wall a reminder of what
it couldn’t be.
Write a letter all the same,
Drifting quietly through this acid fancy-flee,
No fault but my own.
My September never came,
No fault but my own, yes I’ll take the blame.
Used the patterned made you dance, I’ll drift
a bit back to my past.
Forever tied, but no key to unlock this Septembers past.
No key to lock, no lock to key, September remains but a dream to me.
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Submission Name: it never came
