Elegy

October

That darkened street,

And the streetlamp - orange,

The smell of snow was on the air.

Your hair was down and loose

And you ran

As fast as you could down the road,

Your coattails flying.

So much energy,

Your fingers buzzed with it.

Boundless energy and laughter.

And secrets.

You were always running then

Laughing then

Dancing then

Playing then

Wishing then

Living, then.

Where are you now?

On this cold October street

Under the orange streetlight?

No.

You are gone with The October,

That one so long ago.

You chose a different path,

A different Creation that wasted you.

But you knew what you were leaving behind,

And so I ask you now,

Do you have any regrets?

And you answer: