October

It was an ordinary afternoon,

the October sun was about to set,

You were singing to me over the phone,

I can imagine how your fingers strum the guitar,

How you make the strings alive,

I heard tears on the edges of your voice,

I know you are so happy then.

You sang me songs

each has a story of its own,

But they were all combined

& all for me.

I've been swallowing my tears,

during those moments,

that's when I knew,

I was in love.

~ c.a