Lonely park in September

A lonely leaf was caught by wind,
In autumn's grey September.
It flowed like silent cherubim,
for as long as I remember.

A single drop of tear I shed,
As leaf was in joyful stride -
The day was dismal, when the words I read
Of my lover's passing by.

Engraved in my soul, thy words are still
Deepening my blue
Now void remains that can't be filled,
I'm lost and so are you.

So I found myself being caught by wind
In early grey September.
And lost my little cherubim,
To things I can't remember.