October.

October changed.
It lit me with passion, and extinguished it suddenly, without warning.
It left me no sign to explain or console.
No instruction.
It left no light on.
I stayed immobile, in the dark.
I didn't measure in time.
Only in feeling. Aches that told me to sleep, but fear that would have none of it.
And photos.
It's painfully easy to measure in photos.
A haircut, a suit, a surgical mask.
I used my units of time carelessly, and continued blindly.
No instruction, no light.