September

Realization in late August that everything will be over soon. by Elizabeth Hewson

Time won't leave us
As we are
The same, yet not--
Like a moving star.

The promises we made,
Put to the test
Do we still want now
Whatever is best?

I'm standing here still
Proud like a fool
Oh, my love--
Life's so cruel!

A beating heart-
Silly thing of glass
Cracks with every
Slow second to pass.

We were eating from
A forbidden tree
From all our scars
We'll never be free.

Who will now arrive,
Step into my place?
A gentle heart,
With a false face?

Will you miss
My eyes of grey?
Will you have wished
For another way?

I've forged my own bonds,
All my own chains--
You've got me here
With all my shame.

The one who won
My heart in the game
Will always cause
All of its pain.