I torture myself as I listen to a song serenading you; to come to me
the scent of the warm light
guiding you; to come to me
slivers of every hue, I reminisce
helping you; to come to me
the intensity of the colors we made
telling you; to come to me

it's the second season and yet -
the dried leaves are my only company
for you are not with me

- I’ll give the stars just to feel again, how you made me feel when we are in each other’s summer and wishing each other will stay till winter.