We met when October held the air, Golden leaves were falling everywhere, And ever since that quiet afternoon, This month still brings me back to you. Every color changing on the trees Feels like your hand still reaching out to me, Your smile appears in every fading light, Like something beautiful that stayed behind. I still love you in the silent way, In little thoughts that never went away, In every memory soft as autumn rain, Your name still lives inside my heart the same. I know your world belongs to someone new, Someone who can give the love you’re due, And I don’t hold the past with any pain, I only hope life speaks your name with grace. But when October touches earth again, I feel our love move softly in the wind, You’re not with me, yet somehow you remain, Like autumn—coming back, but not the same.