Letters to the seasons

Dear Autumn (part 2)

my last love, can't let you go just now. You're lasting much longer inside my heart, than I thought you would.
I sit in silence, only the old record filling my thoughts with little cracks between every breath.
The world never seemed so peaceful yet so dangerous with red leaves covering the ground and dizzy thoughts left unspoken.
I watch the trees losing their dress while my fingers are getting colder each day. The sky is on fire each morning, reflecting the painting of cold air, when the wind is brushing through my hair. And my breath dances in the air while I drive under the street lights. The thought of tea and candles that light the room are taking me further down the street.
Cold hearts playing their games under the silence, that slowly starts to fill my days. And yet my thoughts are clear and my heart is warm right where I keep you.
Dark autumn nights start to rise on the sky. They're covering the sun with blue and grey clouds, only leaving little glimpses of her light, turning the world into a mysterious place.
My heart settling down when leaves fall from the trees like rain in the wind. Turning the ground into a beautiful painting of broken things, that never looked more fixed than tonight.
And that record is still playing with little cracks between every breath.
So I look at the fairy lights still shining and pull my sleeves over my fingers once again when rain starts to fall like leaves in the wind.
And I hold on to that save feeling while the world keeps changing and I feel you greeting me with goodbye once again.