Sawyer Fell

When the Summer dies,

Fall begins to descend,

onto the beloved land.

With no words, and no ties-

Winter sinks its teeth into the sand.

Leaving nothing to mend.

Deep into the cruel season,

we watched the world end from the top of skyscrapers 

as the stars set the sea aflame 

as highways gave way to yawning mouths 

as kudzu devoured what was left of our neighborhoods 

17 years,

of growing and learning.

These are the days,

I remember how much I am me,

each year passes,

I find more pieces of me,

I pick them up off the ground,

build myself up,