Driving, driving, driving
My unseasoned eyes had never caught a glimpse of nature's harvest
dividing people to such an extent

My eyes touring the scenic avenue
They had never witnessed the leaves loot the sun of its hue
It seemed almost artificial

My eyes distort the landscape into frayed fantasies
And my mind proceeds to peruse the memories like a magazine

I see you
I wave hi
Until your presence flickers
And we
disconnect