September Poem by Stephanie Lynn Daniels

So September belongs to lovers
Lost in a belief that everything means something in the end
Somehow I'm finding it hard to believe you.

I'm finding it hard to believe that you could
Love me the way you do
Without restrictions
Without fear
Without doubt

Even with the knowledge
That come the end of September and the beginning of December
I'll leave you for someone else
Someone who isn't anything like you.

22.09.2005