Brown Leaves, Green Leaves.

Our times ran in different circles.

On opposite sides of the world.

In different time zones.

In different eras.

In different directions.

At different speeds.

And yet, there he was.

There he always was.

That boy, my boy, oh boy.

It's difficult when your times don't match, not even slightly, not even a little bit. It's difficult to keep track.

Have you ever fallen in love?

I did, I am, I mean, maybe you don't ever stop.

But his time is not like my time, my moments are his forevers. But my time is his time, if he wants it, he can have it all. If I can just keep up with him.

Because it's difficult when your times don't match, it's hard to fall in love.

You see, I know that I am falling, fast and slow all at once, for everything that he is.

But him?

He fell.

Somewhere, some time, long long ago.