I can't allow those words br to escape my lips. br Its a shame they are br tumbling out now. br I am indignant to them. br My hand twists on my hips. br October you left with the leaves. br You turned off all the br bright colors for me. br So I'm left loving br you in the dark. br If only I could disintegrate br those words moving on. br Now I'm left crumbling br inside without you. br You failed to tell me that br you were moving on. br I am too late to move on. br I always catch myself br hoping on your last letter. br You'll be back next October. br You shall brighten up a disaster. br You have the power to change br the forecast of my heart. br Moving on is for the birds. br Moving on is for the clouds. br Moving on is for the seasons. br I hate the words moving on. br Though I will never be immune to time.