The burden of autumn
The burden of a season that holds sadness as a glorious love
Autumn that comes only once
The autumn I wait for
You,
You come and watch the leaves fall down while changing their colors from a precious green to a dusty red that reminds me of my grandfather's blood on the field of the battle and how my grandmother described it to be a graceful color
You walk around holding your book
And everyone does, too
But I'm wearing my white dress, sitting in the corner, listening to bukowski's ghost teaching me how to see you differently
And when you pass I say hello
A hello you do not recognize
So you walk away
The tears come down slowly and softly as you leave
And I remind myself that longing lasts only three other seasons
You'll come around next year
You always do.
YOU ARE READING
winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
