Not sweater weather
When days transfigure themselves from orange to gray
I remember what there is to be so sad about
the way so many things can change in the matter of minutes
from orange to gray
Then next is a dark blue
Blue you cant avoid like the bags your eyes carry
like the bruises you hold not only on your skin
but on your heart
Come this month, things will only get darker
will only get colder
The type of cold that you become when a blanket isn't enough
Only wanting to be surrounded by a thin layer of someone else
anyone else but you