Somewhere in my dream,
I sit under that tree.
Where my eyes first met yours,
where my lips did too.
It has heard all our roars of laughter. Our giggles, our chuckles.
Our every silly talk.
On the not so bright days,
it weeped with us.
Silently heard us cry,
until all the tears were kissed and dried.
The leaves knew us so well,
they rejoiced every time we met.
Their veins chanted our stories,
all the moments one by one kept storing.
But now I'm here,
sitting right under that same old tree, with the ground covered with a layer of dead leaves.
I breathe in the air of change,
my lungs ache a little.
The season of fall is here,
bringing memories so bitter.
