Late at night
Under the comfort of the fall air
I would sit on the roof
Watching the stars in the sky
As the smell of the different seasons
Comforts me
With the same music as all those years ago
Being played through the same beat-up headphones
Gifted to me by my great-grandmother
Who died almost seven years ago
And as I sit here I think about her
And what fall does to me
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Autumn '24: Writing. See Award Winners and All Submissions.
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