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You changed with the leaves in autumn,
Unhurriedly but vividly.
My mind wandered like the mind of a child,
Free to roam without consequence.
I believed us to be perpetual, without change,
But nothing changes more than a heart in winter.
In the summer we dreamt of snow,
But when it came we prayed for the sun.
Not one to disappoint, the sun abides by our prayers, ceaselessly,
Beckoning us to the shore where the waves were like our hearts,
Uncertain and beating at an unknown tempo.
Why do we grow bored of the things we once treasured,
The boy of mystery, the girl with a history?
I wonder why we begin to loathe the things that brought us pleasure,
The nights where our breath revealed itself,
To escape the monsters inside of us,
Begging to find shelter in the lungs of another vessel?
You told me with confidence,
“We will be infinite.”
I told you with diffidence,
“I believe you.”
