Faraway look

you just sit there

hands in your torn pockets

you are golden

fall

yellow 

sunshine of summer

i see flashes of

everything we could be

if you raise your pretty brown eyes

i can imagine 

running

empty roads

leaves falling down like rain

dancing down hallways

to music that plays a symphony

only we can hear

old torn cardigan

the color of leaves when air turns crisp

apples eaten under the cold sky

you just there

that faraway look in your eyes

i can already tell

i want you to be mine