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September issue.

While the wind blows the trees and the rain soaks the ground, I can only dream of the fall and the monumental change.

I've always found September to be a month of sheer cleansing, out with the old in with the new.
But recently my shattered mind has discovered the problems faced before me.

I may never sit there and sip my warm coffee while I light up a cigarette, begrudging the tales you so fondly speak off, begrudging the life you worked so hard for.
We can't for now and maybe we never will, but I'm happy with the pigeon who flys between both gasping for air as the punches roll.

Thinking back to it now, it's the lack of the past that's made me axle into the present without hindsight, made me not question this new found single status, not question the company I call friends and not question the path I've traveled down.

I know what's expected of him, I know what's right for her, for she will feel it the most.
The big D will return, turning their minds to mush, making them question all that they have and are, making each day as dark as the next month will bring.

Comparisons aren't there and the thoughts seem unfamiliar, the deals are nothing alike nor the structures on which they are built, it really is a fresh start only brought on more so by the drought.

The wind is blowing my hair and while I light up at the bus stop I can't help but see no comparison between the old and new.

My life has changed only for the better, I live in hope that one day I will return to those once welcome arms as a friend.

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