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.