September (Or, Reasons Not to Come Home)

September (Or, Reasons Not to Come Home)

A Poem by AKProctor
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lyrics - fall 2010

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September always comes too soon,

Can't imagine this life without you.

Who are we to become?

Who are we to become?

Daddy, can you hold me?

I've become so scared.

I was caught off-guard

by the early autumn air.

Brother, can you help me?

I don't know what to do.

They've stolen something from me,

they've buried all I knew.

September always comes too soon,

Can't imagine this life without you.

Who are we to become?

Who are we to become?

Lover, can you hear me?

I'm calling out your name.

Been doing all I can,

but I'm slowly going insane.

I'm holding up these walls

to try and keep us warm,

but I'm so cold without you

and I need you so much more...

September always comes too soon,

Can't imagine this life without you.

Who are we to become?

Who are we to become?

What do they mean?

They tell me you've gone.

I don't believe this -

I've known you so long.

This must be a nightmare,

please, wake me up.

They told me you're gone,

but I love you so much.

I can't see the future

for the tears in my eyes.

The news, like a heart attack,

took me by surprise.

Now, all I can hear

is your voice in my head

from our last phone call

before we went to bed...

September always comes too soon,

What am I supposed to do without you?

Who are we to become?

Who are we to become?

Brother, can you help me?

I don't know what to do.

They've stolen something from us,

they've buried all we knew.


© 2014 AKProctor


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AKProctor
AKProctor

Raleigh, NC



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Longtime dabbler, first-timer with a first draft on the slab. Speculative fictions seems to be my genre du jour, though I drift into the romantic. more..

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