10/31/25

I woke from my sleep to write to you

that I’ll never see a willow tree without thinking of our lost wedding

and I don’t think I can sleep in these sheets anymore

because no matter how many times I move the clothes

or put up a new shelf

it’s still ours and it’s still October

and it’s never going to change the way I need it to

I woke from my sleep to tell you

that I’m never going to have the land for a tree of my own

and I wish I had enough money to rebuild the past

because it’s beautiful to remember

but it’s going to hurt me anyway

and the clocks are turning back to give us an extra hour

of sleepless grief

and an October that drags on

like a white-lace train

— ODH