September Fools

I was a September Fool,

Falling in love with a broken man,

Seeing the dying end as a new beginning,

Knowing impossibilities possible,

I could bring him back to life,

With nothing but my love.

He was a September Fool,

Hoping for love that lasted only the night,

Something to bring ease to his pain,

A moment dying before it began.

Thinking possible impossibilities,

Drifting into living death.

We were September Fools,

Dreaming of love in the sunset of the year.

The green of spring time had passed,

And golden summer was gone.

Possibilities impossible now,

The year had aged. 

It was dying.

This is about beginning something with someone who you know has problems of their own, but not only that. It's also about beginning something with someone who doesn't have the same focus. Both are recipes for disaster. It's sad, really.