Coco

I still dream about that year. 
I still can remember everything there: 
The sight, sound, smell, everything. 

With every year that goes past, 
I hold the memories closer and closer to my heart. 

And as summer leaves, 
Fall sings through the breeze. 
Flowers start to wilt 
As the world tilts. 
Even as it dies, 
Nature is beautiful in all eyes. 

I balance on the ledge of my window, up 31 floors, back pressed firmly against the side. 

Sometimes, I will look below, and watch. 

And sometimes, it helps. 

Hey Autumn, old friend, I’ve missed your gentle sway, with leaves like whispers in the fading light of day. Your cloak’s a patchwork quilt of amber’s sweet embrace, and I wonder if you dance beneath the moon’s soft lace.