• It always seems like he's just gonna come running along any second.
    A focused look on his face.
    His small voice sighing in exasperation.
    Staring down at the ground with angry eyes.
    The faint call of cheering.
    As their little feet pitter-patter against the fallen leaves.
    He tries so hard.
    It was sunny that day.
    A clear memory.
    Only to be locked away.
    For shame.
    No need to be sad.
    October is his month.
    It will always be his month.
    Come rain or shine.