The leaves start to fall,
It’s August.
The mornings are cool,
The winds are changing.
Blowing in fall crispness,
And another autumn in my heart.
Preparing for the end,
A beginning without you.
It feels impossible that the cool chill will come without the warmth of you in my life.
How did we get here?
Again.
Our own dreamland.
All good affairs must come to an end.
.
.
.
-L
Sight Unseen 