Someone Else’s

These are someone else’s hallways,
Someone else’s street lights.
I want to dance in someone else’s night time,
Instead of drowning in my own past life.

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26 Septembers

18 Septembers,

Our only goodbye, the summer weather.

 

20 Septembers,

Wind picks up, not enough to blow you away.

 

25 Septembers,

Ashes from our fire, my only companion.

 

26 Septembers,

The leaves change in color, but they always fall the same.

 

26 Septembers,

I’m the only one left here to remember, 26 Septembers.