My Perspective

October

I think I still want you.

I don't hate you. I never did.

I see you look at me

and I want to know

what you're thinking.

I wish I could mind-read.

I wish you could mind-read

so when you're sitting behind me

and I'm thinking of you

you would know that

even after all of the emotions

I still have love left.

I want to walk with you afterschool

down the White Path, hands entwined.

I want us to walk closer together

as the chilly winds tug at

our coats and scarves and

whips around our exposed ankles.

I, somehow, want to walk with you in the mornings

through the cornfields so

our legs are damp with dew up to our knees

and my fingers are frozen with yours

in this cold October air,

so bitter each morning.

I'm shaking now.

Hold me. I know you won't.

So I'm sobbing and rocking back and forth.

I was well and truly in love with you.

On this freezing autumn night, I realise,

I still am.