when the first cool winds of autumn blow over the city
Waking it up from its summer haze
as the first leaves on the trees turn brown
And the sharp light turns soft in the
latest hour
i sit on the subway, heading south
with the sunset in my eyes
My heart has been a heavy burden for some time now
I carry it everywhere I go
From sultry city bars to my quiet bedroom at night
it will not release me until the day I die

And when the first snowflakes fall in November, I stretch out my hand into the cold air to catch them and
watch them melt as they touch my skin
and so?
What has become of me?
I imagine that I am one of them
Falling until I melt against the ground
To they take the fall out of necessity or because
They’re aching to touch my skin?
And my tears don’t fall like they used to
i feel my heart is an ocean running dry
and every word that I pour out onto this paper
Is underwhelming, and somehow not mine