You’re about to go
All around us, leaves are falling
The trees look naked
I wonder if that’s how my soul feels like

I reach out to you
Your ears are deaf to my apologies
I notice the ground is no longer green
It’s covered in browns and yellows
I wish I could draw it
(I do in my head)

You go
It gets colder when you leave
The swallows fly away after you do
But they’ll come back once it’s warmer
Why won’t you?

All around me, leaves are falling
It’s not even autumn yet
Too soon, you’ve gone
I wish you would come back