A Sweet September Movie

What do I do?
Fall asleep crying each night?
Only to have you haunt my dreams?

I only wish,
I could turn back time,
And play that sweet September movie on repeat.

I hold your shirt against the faint thrumming in my chest,
hoping to resurrect,
the gaping, aching, crying Hole

I kiss it desperately,
The softness soaks my tears away.
Even now, you take care of me.

I bury myself in the fabric,
The way I did in your arms.
But I feel no kiss on my forehead?

When I see you,
Disorientated and lost.
Lips shudder for the feel of yours.

Your hair is ruffled,
Fingertips tingle to tread the tassels
And calm them back to their place.

My dewy eyes hesitantly look,
look at what they fear most.
And they saw what they had feared.

Glancing back at them,
Was blank cold indifference.
Unrecognizable eyes.

My throat  swollen,
Tears at the edge of my eyes,
Fighting to fall.

But I told them-
Don’t you fall this time, don’t you dare fall,
Especially not for love.

They didn’t listen.
Neither did I.
We both fell.