Letters To Autumn (2016)

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Dear Autumn,

Hello. I missed you yesterday. I was too busy hanging out with my best pal, curled up in so many blankets because your cold has gotten so cold, Autumn. In the mornings I wake with a numb nose and frozen feet, at which point I curl my whole body into itself and wrap blankets around me and pray for my alarm to stop screaming.

I've been writing more poems, and I really enjoy it. Recently I've written some about love, which is strange, because I've never been in love, at least not the kind of love you write poems about. Which isn't a sad thing, Autumn. Don't be sad for me. I'm very young, and I'm learning how to make friends and write poems and play music and fall in love with myself. It's not lonely or loveless; it's kind of the opposite. If I can fill my life with this much light now, just imagine how bright it will be if I find someone to fall in love with.

Have you ever fallen in love, Autumn? Or are you the kind of thing people fall in love with?