i can taste the summer as it comes to an end the gnats from the grass getting caught in each breath as i try to ask if you'll stay until the sun has gone again i proudly wear these green stains on my back from all the time we spent relaxed below our favorite buckeye tree which allows us to see the world a little differently between the gaps on its branches and what's left of its leaves
the time won't matter soon everything will begin to die until the next time the sun decides to shine and the twigs snapping beneath my feet will sound so faint against the snow the sky won't be the right color for a while and the buckeye will lose the rest of its leaves
remembering things becomes more and more difficult as i grow older and when everything is the same color, i have really tough time deciding which way i should go no one is waiting for me on the other side so what difference does it make where i end up?