Welcome to our time.
This time: Fall of 2009.
All around
things are changing.
The sights.
The sounds.
The leaves.
The clothes.
Post-summer depressions,
only for some.
Some accept
and are already in progression.
Fireflies no longer light
the beautiful summer nights.
Canvases of blue, pink, and orange
over your head as the sun
will fight.
Fight…
for its last minutes
above our horizon.
Leaves who tire,
whose colors represent that
of a burning fire.
Create piles on the ground,
piles, of red, yellow, and orange.
Starlit skies…
will soon be replaced
with your breathe
that hangs, careless
in front of your face.
Humid evenings become
distant memories.
New memories will come forth
of you and me.
Holding hands to give us
new reasons
to love, love
one another.
Lets sit on this park bench,
trembling.
Even though we are
cold, and our love not resembling
that of which Hollywood depicts,
we both know,
we never want this to end,
lets do this forever…
because even though we
may be trembling…
were trembling
together…
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