September skies

the terrace floorboards creak and groan
seems like me, they don’t want you to leave
you know I’m right, beyond these bones
and houses disillusion reigns and reminds
me of a time when you turned back to trace
those words into the moisture on the window pane
-words like now and time          new and touch


and how you hated the strong heady smell of
jasmine in summer it made you spin when
I wore some pinned in my hair
but I always liked it
-words like sigh and hands        wish and stay


I watched your shoulders as you walked away
but now those September skies
don’t mean as much these days