We’ve been intertwined for quite some time now.
I love the feel of your arms around my waist,
My head on your shoulder.
You scent engulfing me,
Rendering me safe and at ease.
I wish I could say everything feels the same,
But somehow tonight feels different;
There’s a heaviness in the air as you fight
To keep your secrets from me.
‘What is it that you have to say, my darling?
Am I not enough for you anymore?’
I can’t find the words to say and it’s apparent
That you can’t seem to either.
‘Is this really over? Is this how our story ends?’
I feel you’ve met another, someone who brings
The flowers in your cold heart to life-
Someone who warms up your chest and makes
Your breath become heavier and your pupils
Become wider- an affection you had once for me.
Tonight our goodbyes will be permanent and
I won’t hear from you at sunrise.
*Had I known this would be our last dance,
I would have dressed for the occasion.

i can feel everything we have slowly slipping through my fingers.

i'm trying so hard to hold on but it's like trying to stop sand from falling

through an hourglass and i just can't hold on much longer and i keep

begging and crying out for you to help me and for you to hold on but

the more i do the more your fingers open and all of the sand is falling

so quickly i don't know how to stop it.

*please don't let me go

Sweater sleeves dangling past your cold fingertips;
leaves drifting soundlessly to your feet.
The air is so cool and crisp and it feels so clean
and fresh against your skin and in your lungs.
You can feel the past slipping away,
making way for the new and exciting things the autumn season brings you.

Long, intellectual, enlightening conversations
that happen in the coziest of places with the friendliest of people.
Warm coffees and teas drank next to equally as
warm fireplaces and comforters.
Ginger and spice scenting every home you enter.

Wishes being made and promises being kept.
Walking hand in hand with the love of your life,
wearing jackets and mittens and knowing that everything is finally alright.
Nose kisses and long hugs to chase away the cold.

I wouldn't call is autumn so much as the one time of year you ever feel at home.

I feel like my soul has searched for yours
forever. Lying here, pressed against your side, legs
and fingers intertwined, makes me feel safe;
looking at you in the dim light of your
phone feels familiar. Like I was meant to
be with you. Like we've been together
forever. Like you were made for me. We
were made for each other. I wonder if this
is the "home" my soul has screamed out for
my whole life.