Fall

Fall is here and I fight nostalgia with every step

I am falling into the colored leaves like a child with crayons filled them in

The slightest cool breeze knocks me over

I love this time of year

But it is one where I crave companionship

Pulling my people closer together

Closer to me

How can I do this if half of my chosen family

Is somewhere else?

Somewhere that feels so far

But is only a distance of miles

And a developmental stage uncrossable?

Fall is here and I'm out of ideas

How do I talk to people?

Make connections?

Am I so outgoing?

Am I so cool?

Falling until fall

But I've tripped and faceplanted

And I never want to get up again.