October Afternoon

fragile, chipped, stained,

a seat beside your window pane, 

as you sigh, as you smile,

invite me to stay for a while 

longer, for which i never deny,

i relish in the sounds of your goodbyes,

but now i'll sit beside and sink

within your embrace, warm drink

in hand, steam floating away, 

thank god for the cold rainy days

that allow me to smile and sing

for I am in

the arms of my human furnace.


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