Nov 20

Autumn

Love when leaves tumble to meet
the crunch beneath my boots
 
burning tea, home-made scarves
red-orange roads, blurry windows
 
holes in my cardigan
you mended
but not anymore
and I was never good at sewing
 
creased books
dog-eared & desecrated
no one to tell me not to
no one to smooth out the pages
 
Love when rain smelled new
you were petrichor to me
relief from the sun, cracks
you mended
but not anymore
and I can’t remember
your perfume
 
Love falling
asleep & into & for
but not down
never down