After-rain sidewalks
soaked our weary feet
and the glistening of the Fall storm
fell softly from your eyelashes.

Your eyes were changing colors
from green to hazel.
Your floral dress complimented them well.

You know I didn't have a choice
to peek between my fingers
while you quietly hid behind the trees.
The trees that moved in rhythm with each other,
welcoming us to simply follow the

1 and
2 and
3 -

We loved in arboreal.
Our rings were numbered high above
any evergreen that scraped the infinities.

If only death could wait for us.