She doesn’t come around as often as I would like, because we do not always get what we want.
(She is one of those who has taught me that lesson.)
But she’s always with me, even when I’m not with her.
She was there when dreams came true, and when nightmares became real.
She’s in the music I love the most, and in nearly every word I have ever written here.
Hello, October. I have missed you, and seeing you again is everything.