not quite a poem but something along the lines of a poem.

OCTOBER:

winter is coming
she can feel the chill in her bone
he is departing
"will you be back?" she asks
"i don't know"
she regrets having never expressed her feelings
she was never honest with him
his ride is coming
"i'll miss you" he says
"i'll miss you too"
she would love to go to where he is
if he would have her
"will you have me?" she whispers 10 seconds too late
10 seconds too late was always her fate

 

along the lines enough

nice

a common lament amongst many of us, i'm sure

 

Nicely written, but hopefully that won't be your fate

 

thank you.