Septembers Past

Last night as I lie sleeping, I dreampt of Septembers past.
A time of growth and of starting anew.
I dreampt of friends, and family, and me.
I can't recall how many times I felt disappointment.
Waking up, wishing that today would be the beginning of the rest of my life.
Now that was a lie.
The days trudged on and still I felt as empty as ever.
Desperately I tried to fill the gaping hole inside my soul.
And it until the darkest bleak December that I found the life I was longing for
It want't until then that I found you.

By Exandra