a distant sequel



September Something

Love, after years, has dried
Like dehydrated fruit. It’ll crunch
Every bite, if you choose
To ever take one.

The flavor has changed but
There’s still a hint
Of something that can’t be named.
But you won’t try to.

You’ll simply find yourself
One afternoon, bored, alone
But not lonely. Simply solitary
And see something in a cabinet,

Take it out, marvel for a minute,
Then mindlessly chew on it.
Her birthday was September something.
Once a date you’d die to remember

Now an itch in the brain.
You will never be able to scratch.



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Written on 2026-04-07 at 16:36

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Reading about failed/lost love is never exactly pleasant, but from a poet's point of view you can appreciate the wordsmanship that went into creating this very commendable poem, and at the same time empathise with the protagonist's sense of loss, which as he says, will never go away. Blessings, Allen
2026-04-07