A single rose you spied
At the tail end of summer
I promised you that I would come.
I packed my bag and left my grey
In trails of pallid cotton candy
To take the first train out of Bedlam.
You meet me at the station
Formalities straight up and neat
But your scent
Richer than remembrance
Left me breathless on my feet.
There is a ride I don't remember
Food I could not taste
Arms length conversation
Then your arms wrapped round my waist.
And the words fall forth in a pool of molten lead.
"Walk me to the bedroom
Pretend that I'm your wife
Unzip the confines of my dress
Like you do it every night.
Glide your hands to velvet
Claim me with your kiss.
You promised her forever
All I will ever have is this.
The tail end of summer with autumn closing in."
We make love in a strange bed
We will never have our own.
And then I pack up what is left of me
And take the train back home.
You return to autumn
Your seasons will not change
And I reap the seasons planting
And fall into the pain.
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