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 Autumn '24: Writing.
I want to smell the fall in the air
As we look up in the sky
Full of stars all different yet alike
I want the breeze to echo your name
As it floats along the wind
I want to find what I lost,
To search for it in the unknown.
The relics of time,
Soon to be lost to the past.
Life's beautiful moments,
Cherished but soon to be forgotten.
Three years ago,
You said forever.
And I repeated it,
It left a sweet taste in my mouth.
Like sugar poured onto a lemon,
Covering up the sour bitterness.
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