autumn greets me terribly
in a pretty red dress
she sits stiff in a patch of dandelions,
the hills of her spine hunched over
like a fallen tree
her eyes are a weak shade of amber,
and they leak with the terrible burden of fall
i do little else but gaze at her as the sun darkens into nothing
i want to ask her all there is
but i am familiar with her hollow silence
and how it echos in the face of my grief
so we sit, two empty girls
watching the leaves dance to the lonesome steady breaths of wind and earth
until we are forgotten
among the overgrown weeds
i want to tell her that there is more than this
that we can be more than this all encompassing feeling
but i do not remember joy, and i am afraid that the lie will get stuck in my throat
so instead
i kiss the summer-faded cheeks
of my eighteenth september
and i tip her chin back to the sky
so that she may never again
get lost in this sorrow alone
- september 9th, 12:38am
