The metamorphosis shocks
sunshine and lava sprout
harmonize to the
gentle caress of Autumn
solemn yet beautiful
she reaches a time
when it pains
much too much to hide
with every billowing leaf
golden tears are shed
the ground
a vibrant sunset of colors
plastered with sorrow
That naked tree.
she shivers and quakes
Alone
through the blustery winter

And in that moment,
          inhaling the pleasant mix of
          lingering cologne and
          cheap alcohol
when we became statues,
          ear to chest
          hand to back
          enveloping skeletons
unable to move,
          one more breath
          two
          three
          eternity
I found my home.

But I'm not your *"Sweet Home"