SomethingElse (for Muenster ❤️)

There’s this place

When naked you

Stand downtrodden and

Weary cold shivering

Like that last

Leaf clinging to

The last branch

On the last

Day of October

When someone like

A tugging wind

Pulls you up

And says sweetheart

This thing that

You think that

You are isn’t


You are the

Thing that you

Are to me

And to me

You’re not the

Last of something

But the beginning

Of something else