It was this day last year that I realized I could not unlove you.

It was cold and wet and I found “home” on a trip home that I never intended.

It was this day last year on a chilly fall morning that I realized when Johnny Cash talks about coffee it must mean love.

Because even though I am more June and you are more Johnny, you’ll always be my September.

It seems I love you most in crisp colorful weather.

It was this day last year that I realized I couldn’t unlove you and was reminded of a September past-

On a corner in Austin I figured out how lost I had gotten.

It was late under the street lamps- your brow slick with Texas heat.

On trip down memory lane, I learned there that you were my map.

It just took me awhile to learn to read the key.

But this day. This day last year, on a cooler autumn breeze, I surrendered to your frequency- I felt it in my Bones.

Forward from this day last year, I could not unlove you.