the orange leaves painted the path
the whipping of cold wind against skin
you could tell winter was here.

the warmth of the summer
the brisk of the autumn
that was all gone.

memories of that time
were to remain as just that
memories.
they would never be again
no new experiences to have
with you.

but as i think of better times
i can’t help but smile
after everything that has been
i wouldn’t change it
i never could.