As the leaves fell and the air grew crisp
Your voice knocked on the door of my heart.
Admittedly I didn't want you there, but

The vapor from your lungs
Found it's way into mine.
It settled there

In the space between my ribs
And the crater in my collarbones.
However, as the air grew colder,

And my heart warmer,
You denied me such sweet exhales.
Now, it's autumn again, and

I can feel your breath in my lungs
And your voice in my ears
And, I long

So helplessly
To exist in your atmosphere
Again.