It Still Feels Like September

Hope is blowing through the trees,
And faith is growing in my heart.
All these vague memories
Keep me from falling apart.

Lush, wet grass,
A lost shoe,
Images of me and you
Are the only things I can remember;
It still feels like September.

Paperback novels
And bound dictionaries,
Things of which we should be wary;
You and me,
A mystery,
Love so blind,
We’re intertwined.

Life is love,
If love is life.
It hurts,
It hurts.
I know there’s still time left to render,
But it still feels like September.



About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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