September Is Misconception Poem by Fabio Lewinski

There you stand, somewhere between the shadows of my mistakes.
Untouched by darkness, your head is turned away.
I am consumed by the bruises you left me.
Your careless words deceive my delicate mind-instead I listen to your glances.
How striking it is to think that there are certain words, certain phrases that would have brought light to your eyes.
This is what it means to be too late.
Now I grip this rope, though I bear the knowledge that it leads to nowhere.
So I ask you; please bury me with the lost dreams of yesterday.