Druog

Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can't deal with it
so unfair

November. The swirling colours of autumn were gone. Gradually turned into a brown blanket of lifeless leaves, coating the ground under the now mostly naked trees and an ash-tinted sky. Recalling these periods from years past, he felt afraid. This was the time when he usually had started to anticipate the coming of christmas. This time the familiar feeling was nowhere to be found. In a way selfish, he thought, to think how that would never be the same for him anymore. At least he felt like that now.
Looking through the window, he saw silvery drops of water falling off the branches of pines and firs.
'A perfect day to visit a loved one past', he thought to himself.

Black roses and Hail Mary's
can't bring back
what's taken from me

October. The days are getting noticeably shorter, the nights longer. He opens his eyes, only to see a dull gray light filtering through the uncovered section of the window. Yet another day. No sunlight today, to bathe his fractured psyche in. He gets up, feeling tired and melancholy. A soothing thought crosses his mind: "This will pass, like always". It had been such a comfortable liar again.

It's funny how you start to really appreciate things only after they are gone. Your health. A roof over your head. A beautiful summer day, spent at the beach, with a special someone. Or people who leave you suddenly and permanently. You easily take things that you have for granted. And after they're gone, you're suddenly left feeling stripped down and hurt. And you never seem to learn.