I miss the Autumn.
The transition between life
And death.
I can only see you then.
We meet in the middle,
For you are life
And I am death.
We meet in October.
So many memories were made there
Under the cloud covered sun,
With the red and gold leaves
Spiraling around us.
Encasing us in a blanket
Of pure Autumn...
Of pure October.
And when we meet for that one month,
I know
I'll only have a year to wait
Until I can see you
Smile and dance again.
