The coin sunk to the bottom, lost beneath the blue
nestled between wishes.
The ones that don't come true.
It's been years, I should have forgotten
What was pleasant is now rotten
But even now, I think of you
If I close my eyes I see you
You were just a little boy
With curly hair and messed up glasses
The source of all my joy
Passing notes and skipping classes
I hear our laughter in the wind
Then I open them again
And oh, my head, it starts to spin.
In the garden, when you told me that I'd never be alone
I was sixteen, I knew nothing, I thought I had found a home
I remember, in October, holding hands at the County fair
There was laughter
There was silence
And golden leaves stuck in your hair
But October doesnt end
It lives forever in my chest
My dreams hold laughter
They hold silence
In my mind you never left
December came too soon
And I was there all by myself
Staring at the moon
Another book upon your shelf
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My favorite season has always been autumn and I think it would be a magnificent time to be in love, but autumn is also the moment before death, before winter when all is still, so that love would not likely last.
Note: the absolutely gorgeous painting at the top is by Howard Rosenthal a Dreamstime.com
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