Looking Out The Autumn Window
I miss when I wished to see the seasons change;
now, I wish for the seasons to stop changing me
and the hearts of people around.
It was pleasing to watch the sky cry
rather than crying with it.
The moon looked after me whilst I rested.
Tonight I witness it hide and call the sunlight,
replacing the ones I used to know.
Summer used to let its sunrays wallow in my skin,
declaring how it loves me despite everything.
Now the sun is brutal; it is raw and truthful,
reminders of why I must do what it takes
to fulfill empty weathers with my fair-weathered friends.
With each leaf that falls, I recall your arms around mine
and how quick it happened.
Tomorrow, I dream of grasping the stars instead of being one.
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