Coco

sky turns light grey

leaves scattered all astray

flannels on and hoods up

pumpkin flavors fill my cup

sound of raindrops pitter patter

autumn air is all that matters

leaves let go

each one a page ripped out of summer's book

each one a memory that hasn't been remembered since 1969

each one a fragment of what was 

why care? they say.

I remember when I used to

be the favorite.

The one that brought

comfort and support.

The one she would never let go.

She took me everywhere-

school, practices, birthday parties.

I saw it all.

People enter, stay for a few floors,

Then 

            They

We used to be seven

My curls used to be sunshine

Colored

You used to be stubborn

Naive stubborn.

The powder used to hit our knees

On the days

When we could eat lunch in four bites