Autumn colored leaves
The soft humming
of the busy streets.
The blooming wind
in its cold daze
making its way throughout your hair

“Wow,”

My voice breaks
this scenic scene
forever grateful,
that you are here with me.

And though,
you turn your head
ever-so-slightly
your eyes pierce
my whole being.

And then you look back
down at the ground,
the trees,
anywhere but me
until the day seizes to be.

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