october

i miss being afraid of the dark

when the only things that frightened me

were ghosts under my bed

not the thoughts in my head

the ones that critique my every move

the ones i don’t know how to soothe

they sing in melodies so sweet

but oh

how they hurt me so deep

i miss trick or treating

when a “trick” meant the adventure continued

not that you had been used

and a “treat” was an enjoyable sweet

not a sign of defeat

in the dark,

things become a little clearer

the fall,

a better mirror

the leaves are where my heart lies

a soft reply it sighs

goodbye