I stood in the mist of the trees,
Letting the leafs fall around me,
My breath painting clouds above me,
Bitter cold and heartrending
October comes and moves away so quickly,
As do years bending and breaking behind me.
Tears burning cold against my cheeks,
Wind blowing to the north of me,
Rain started to cascade in dance surrounding me.
You should have heard them,
Their silent little cries
Wanting me to be the hero,
“find a way” they whispered in a trembling cry.
Do you recall the October rains?
The day we stood watching you walk away,
Your shadow growing behind you with every motion forth you made.
Did you turn once into the distance to see our
Arms stretched out searching for you?
Or did you hold your demeanor tightly in your fists
As you stepped forward ignoring the pain?
You were presumed to be the hero,
Meant to save the day.
Yet in bitter October rains,
We watched you walk away.