I don’t blame you for the changing leaves
Or for wishing me to stay inside
And I regret the worry I cause
You hear the pitter of rain while the sky remains clear
But there’s a beating in my head that won’t be silenced
And shadows mimic my every motion  
To be fair I’ve seen frost in your own eyes  
Even when you wouldn’t dare see it in mine  
I am packing to cross that threshold
with the knowledge that those winds may be the last I hear