Going Back

Red leaves falling down,
The October sun making them dead,
There is little water anymore,
Little be nothing around here.

The pink skies dim to blackest blue,
You don't even want to know,
Stars dot the everlasting sky,
My own thoughts bleed into the night.

While I still remember last summer,
My heart grows bitter and vile,
Wrong I was to leave everything behind,
I want to turn back, but now I'm gone.

Now red leaves blow in the breeze,
Sieze my memory, my moments with him,
And now I know it really was the past,
Bend back to something never real.