It is autumn again, finally.
The air in my lungs makes me wonder -
how many lives have we lived before, the exact same way,
and how are we still so confused.

It is the season of wondering and wandering.
I feel my heart more now than ever before.
It begs me to notice it is there,
and I will not forget.

What it is so full of,
I do not know,
but I am slowly learning of the fragility of the
human condition.

We are wondering and wandering,
and occasionally the two coincide.

Tonight, the sky watches us:
The old couple that has become comfortable with not speaking,
but simply offering each other's company on a bench outside a bookstore.
The young couple who are excited over which table to sit at,
who talk about nothing but really they talk about everything.
The people who walk alone.
The ones who smile,
and the ones who don't.
The people who miss their mothers
and the ones who are still learning how.

Tonight, we are so blessed
and the cold whispers something about how we are all confused -
this is okay.
Our hearts beg us to be noticed, friends,

Listen.