I think I am in Love,
with September.
Or
Maybe I love him,
the September born boy.
Maybe.
Definitely.
Maybe at the death of summer,
the invincible autumn made me alive!

We were in a book together.
We were on the same page.

But
there was a small margin
on the left
You left me in the margin.
Like a scant reference note,
which was soon to be erased.

Camp with me
Between the valleys and sunsets.
Watch with me,
The universe's dance the closest.

The sky,
day and night as one.
Why,
The stars only know what we've done.

The shadows beneath
Every blade of grass,
As the light breathes,
Time still as glass.

Hope crosses it's heart,
As we see the planets spin.
Life is born apart
From death who is destined to win.

Close your eyes,
So maybe you can see,
The entire world as it was meant to be.

**Carpe Diem

Your name,
When aligned vertically,
Are formed into separate letters;
Letters turned into acrostics

You,
Just like your name,
Are an acrostic;
So many meanings

So many words
So significant
So indescribable
So you

You
Just you

You are unfamiliar territory,
and for the first time in my life,
I am traveling without a map.
I'm following a path I can only imagine in this darkness,
and the walls surrounding me
are made up of pure uncertainty.
I don't remember how I arrived here,
but I know I can't go back now.
There are so many wrong turns I've already made
and sometimes I find myself walking in circles
but don't give up on me yet;
I swear I'm on my way.