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.
[This is a reposted edited version of a previous poem of mine.]
when all we have is spent–
what will we have left?
people once before us–
i walked down the street
the streets i once used to know
filled with regrets and heavy with burdens
of what once happened here
i walked down the street
a block or so down
I believe in god even though I may know he doesn’t exist
I know the mountains were not formed by him
Instead it is the science in the world
The reason we are here in this moment
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