your love, warm like the autumn evenings we spend together

one

i still remember meeting you
for the very first time.
hair brown, eyes darker.
strands of hair that light up
under the dawning sun.
i still remember you rollerblading along the pathway right outside my house.
they were a baby blue, wheels worn out over the years.
i still remember your smile, your subtle affection.
from the way the corners
of your mouth lit up, to the way your hands clasped against mine.
sometimes i wonder
if you ever really meant it.
because after all,
we only meet every autumn.
we only meet when the sky gets dark
and the wind turns cold.
we only meet when the leaves turn bright and the lamps dim.
even if you were intimate that one time,
youll forget all about it next autumn.