If aching was the same as love

I think you are my worst enemy 

If I could piece together the right words I might, 

Sing you a song  

Maybe it would be easier to understand 

There is a fog that escapes from the wide mouth 

Of a creature that lurks 

Through the raw October air. 

Almost obvious is the daunting manner of its complexion, 

Winter nights leave me delirious 

The moments we step through right before the fall of snow 

A certain forgetting 

Like autumn approaching