September

September


Yeah, but I’ve done a lot of living to make me old,
I lived enough painful moments to age me to the grave.

I don’t mind the times I have walked barefoot
Or the times I’ve stood in long lines.

But what bothers me the most are the moments,
I can’t get off my mind.

Days spent with you in the middle of the summer,
long lazy days
of us loving on each other.

All of it a dream when you left in September.
I’ve done a lot of living to get over you.

Drinking beers with my buddies, hanging out with whores
Nothing seems to keep you off of my mind anymore.



Sept 17, 2009
Michelle Klear