I’ve got the deep October blues:

then, summer shimmered in my bones

 

but now the earth has turned to night

& sleep is all that fills my life.

 

I dreamt of you & there you were

your voice the same, your laugh that

 

turns me inside out.

 

But I won’t take that London train

to see you now.

 

I’ve got the deep October blues

or is it age that’s tracked me down

 

Love it seems so immature

& too much effort to pursue

 

to only be alone again.

 

The Buddha told us to let go

that life’s a never ending dance

 

of saying goodbye

 

so here I’m listening to your songs

that make me cry.