I can’t forget September;
that’s the month when
I thought things will
turn better.

That’s the time when I
experienced a care
so tender;
a four-week encounter
of love
and anger.

I can’t forget September;
simply because memories
are around me that
makes me remember,

The sweetness of
her lips; the softness
of her hips.
The alluring eyes that
are tightly closed
whenever I grip.

It’s hard
to forget
the month of challenge;
the time of struggle.
When I met you,

September.

– Red Perez