You are my fall.
It may not make sense to you,
But autumn is my sanctuary—
And so are you.
I watch the leaves blush into gold,
The way my heart stirs when I think of you.
Fall wraps me in warmth and quiet,
The same peace I find in your voice.
The trees teach me that change can be beautiful,
And I saw it—clear as the crisp October sky—
The moment we spoke.
You are the season I return to,
Again and again,
Because you feel like home.
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 3:30 AM UTC
You are my fall.
It may not make sense to you,
But autumn is my sanctuary—
And so are you.
I watch the leaves blush into gold,
The way my heart stirs when I think of you.
Fall wraps me in warmth and quiet,
The same peace I find in your voice.
The trees teach me that change can be beautiful,
And I saw it—clear as the crisp October sky—
The moment we spoke.
You are the season I return to,
Again and again,
Because you feel like home.
I love you
