Last October

Past tense,

Last kiss.

Present sense

No sense

And now only dreams

Of black sands

And kneeling for you

To take my hand.

Past tense,

A conundrum of choice

Various shades

To look most fabulous of course.

Present presents

Truths unseen

And asking my soul not to burst at it's seams;

Thank God for you

But I am broken

Caught in the dance of mystery,

If I can pass this tense

Every day further past tense

I might be that person of strength

They think to witness now.

Last October

No new Novembers

Or memories to fall

Blanket me

In the future I thought meant for us;

Just first winter

Barren

Devoid 

And too quiet walls

Echoing only my tears.

Thank God for you

But what are we now to do

Beneath disco lights?

What am I to do when I need to be held at night

Because it still makes no sense

That this world would be without your presence

And now,

All there is

Is past tense

Last October

Last kiss.

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