The front of October believes

In what nobody has the guts to say out loud:

There's no use for shorter sleeves

There's no point in being proud

And that's how

I remember you now

Standing on the corner

Leaning in

To the wind



The practiced treason of the leaves

They're already halfway out the door

They've known for months that they'd be free

When you don't need them anymore

And that's how

I remember you now

Standing off to the side

Leaning out

Of the crowd



I wasn't sure I'd have what it takes

To bite the bullet, turn and face the day

And you were always there to smooth me down

And at the end of every last page

When there's no one else around

That's how

I remember you now

Standing at my side

Leaning on

My right arm



						     



						     Thanks to cead1