It's bright sunny October 2023
with a hint of autumn glare
But an indignant of broken heart
and no use to anyone.
Walking alone I realised until see you
I can't return to my old equilibrium, without again falling into bilious black abyss of love.
Now I know I can no longer endure
not seeing you, I may loose myself
in darkness that smelled of mould and damp;
But when I saw you the sun is back again
Bright in my heart, on my mind, in my soul,
And come October, come again.
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