Fall Before

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. 
Like the breeze on a cool fall day, 
Whispering your name, 
As it floats on the wind. 

Kneeling in the grass, 
The sun hot on your back, 
As the sour and sweet floats in the air.
The red and orange lines the horizon, 
And you think to yourself, 
Moments like these last forever.

And in three years,
The moments don't, 
They float on the wind,
As your name once did.
And they leave a sense of peace in your mind.

As the days grow shorter,
And colder, 
Search for the moments we once shared, 
As they aren't forgotten relics of the past just yet.