Sxc 123 Poem by Jester Day

Remember, September with roses in bloom.
Summon October while death is a broom.
Tears mixed with blood, that’s Novembers doom.
And in December you were gone. - And I followed.

Around this neck, my lonely fate, not another’s chain.
Hyperbolically curved its indelible weight, a miserable strain,
Cheerless shackle, a daggers twist and forlorn longing, that is your name.
Could we stop comprehending, and can you terminate pain?

Dejected, broken, splintered and pathetic - lost strange unknown soul.
My shirt covers the pendulum hanging from a heartless empty bowl.
Our reaction to joy, betray with delay, the cost of that simple smile.
Everything about me, compass needle, points and wheedle, to you.

The number is concealed and hidden; my pendulum is covered in blue.
Part of my heart and half my soul, forever broken in two.
Sorrow and longing are fateful friends between light, dark and true.
Then they leave you too - and my only crew, is a simple memory of you.