When I believed in monsters And hid under my bed from the tooth fairy Back in the days of lizard chasing for hours Fall was the best season. Fall was everything and everything was Fall. The seas of leaves, Falling down, scraping knees The feel of the breeze and tire swings hanging on oak trees taller than fear was deep. Spring water tasted sweeter than sleep. Dreams were no different from real life.
All was Fall. Falling down, falling up. Falling in, falling out, falling in-
You sometimes remind me of the skin I shed. Bit by bit with every trip. Building better birdhouses. Bruises, scars, and callouses. Falling down to the ground. Fall leaves all around. Scraping knees raw. Growing back...and forth. Growing in and out. Falling.
Catching myself halfway in a reverie. Coming out. Coming back into the house. Coming up the hill, growing up still. Feeling like falling in love wasn't real.