Halloween

Last Halloween, one year ago,
a chill was in the air.
The leaves had fallen from the trees,
which now stood mostly bare.

The Trick Or Treaters made their plans--
no candy might bring pranks!
The days were bright, the breezes crisp;
a time to offer thanks.

The apple season, now was past.
Those freshly picked did shine!
Though, not one apple, did I pick;
a friend delivered mine.

Too bad I spent those Autumn days
so far away from you.
This Fall, there'd be fine mem-o-ries;
instead of, now so few.

The signs I made! The shows performed!
I ask myself, "what for?"
I'd trade them all, now if I could
to have been with you more.

My focus then was upside-down.
Alas, that's what I get.
I missed so much because of this;
which fills me with regret.

I never carved a pumpkin face for you;
imagine that!
For I was too preoccupied
with acting like a Rat.