october two thousand six.

its october.
not in-between like june
or a beginning like january.
its cloudy
and the skies are grey with smoke.
we feel older
without the wrinkles.
and we're smoking for fun;acting out our
empty soliloquys.
i'm empty without your hands on me.
are you now as lonely as i've been?
i've been i've been...worse off.
this is nearing the end,
closer to a beginning.or not.
this is october.