Tumbling down
a leaf as i leave you
with smokey memories and warm nights
I guess the Fall came fast enough
but there were days that stagnated
i needed
Reading the signs of change
like clasped hands cluctching knuckle skin
so long summer
catching weedles in the weeds
stinging needles from fat rains
immaturities
brown eyed honesty
i guess we both knew the end would
come for us
always,
always and never.