Katherine Belt

Let me take you down to the river, softly

treading through late autumn’s shed.

This time of year is a mirror lacking

the depth of life we led.

Memories are fading, like the lilies

you once said were nature’s try

to mimic me, but did no one tell you,

Lilies are for those that die.

But as far as I can tell, I’m still breathing,

still smelling your faint cologne,

still watching October sink in, forever,

I still feel alone.

The river now is droning, smoothly,

as I walk along its frosted shore.

I understand why you didn’t meet me,
after all, it’s not Summer anymore.

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