Maybe it's the way you look at me,
Maybe it's the way you hold me,
Maybe it's the way you care for me,
Maybe it's the way you talk to me,
Maybe it's the way you understand me,
Maybe it's the way we joke around,
Maybe it's the way we love,
Maybe all it is
Is you.

I didn't want to be your first.
I wanted to be your last,
But hey, at least I'm something.

Burning fire. The smell of smoke.
I watch as everything I've ever known
Burns to ashes.

There you are. Name engraved on a headstone. Dates marked out. Dead roses sit at the bottom. I sit to the side so I don't sit on your casket. I open two beers, one for you and one for me. I talk about what's going on; how ****** New York Rangers is going to be this year. I just sit there and talk to you for hours; Way past the hour I said I would. When it's time to leave I get up, fold my chair and say "I love you." Before turning around and leaving.

Fall reminds me of all the beauty in nature as the leaves change colour. It reminds me of that cool breeze and the smell of fresh air. The sound of snapping twigs as you walk. Fall reminds me of warm apple crumb and the time spent just looking out at the colourful sky, which is no longer only blue, but yellow. Fall reminds me of you.