The darkening sky, and the towering trees made traveling through each step on the way very difficult. I remember how we fell apart; I'd wish that you'd reconsider what it'd do to our hearts.

The echo of my footsteps fills the forest - each step falling into a pile of leaves. I'd run in the direction that we part ways, but then I'd fall into a river that is cold as Novembers breeze.

The twilight forest looked beautiful in most ways, but I'm still completely drenched. I've realized that I was immersed in the sights, drifting apart from our summer skies.

I look at you with a sense of hope, a sense of hope that you'd put in the effort I did for our relationship. Although, I shouldn't have expected you to read my mind, neither try to fix it.

I'll let us drift apart away from our summer skies, and our love no longer existing, for at least this lifetime.