Late September

Is it profligate to be transparent?

I don't know myself and neither do you

Could this be the indifferent nod into a relationship?

Don't bribe me with that smile so tacit

You looked so happy hunched over the billiards table

Grinning like a child, yet reserved like a lady

So adroit cunning and oh so stable

Scratch again ball in hand, such a similar picture

I took a shot and missed into no mans land

You laughed as I saw you smile over the green felt pasture

I hear people talking, others now around us

They seem jealous of you and I

Either-or were not that shy

It feels like New Years in September

The only thing were awaiting to drop is the leaves

I wonder if you'll remember this night

When it gets tucked away in nostalgias eaves.