tiredofyou

I wish it would rain,
because that's the only weather you haven't stolen from me.
You won't read this but,
istillmissyou

'Tis the Season of Nostalgia

I love fall the very most.
Maybe it's because in fall I remember you fondest,
or maybe it's that soon the trees turn lonely,
but right now those leaves dangle hopefully & helplessly over the progression of their life,
eventually to meet their measure,
but some staying, nonetheless, an uncharacteristically optimistic yellow.
And while some leaves have browned and fallen meeting dismal but foreseeable fates
on the bottom of boots with a deafening crunch,
something about the yellow leaves determines to hold on longer,
their waxy but delicate stems pumping a godly ichor through their veins,
but when they descend,
and they will descend,
 it's not a dethroning,
but more of an elegant tango with the wind until they meet with the ground like all leaves must.

and you breathed life into the autumn air,
like some summer refugee,
when everything was changing and I was changing,
your blue eyes were my everything. 

and when I breathe in deep I can feel you hugging me
but when I look at the ashen pavement I see you walking away,
and leaves stick to your shoes,
yellow ones,
but I think I got stuck there too
in-between the creases where leaves rot and recollection turns sour.

But now it's fall again and I'm yellow.
and everything is changing and I'm changing
and when the memories flood
I'm warm and hopeful like a pumpkin spice steamer
and I love fall the very most.