I've been pushing far beyond my limit.
Still, no reply, as if I don't exist, as if
I am not recognized. Autumn is coming.
The flowers can feel it, the trees can feel it.

Woodland critters shivering up in their
safe, warm nests. Only caring for food,
survival and continuing their race. Race
back to your home, you don't belong here.

Even though he tries so hard to be a part
of the life she lives, again carelessly, maybe
stuck with someone else inside her head.

I shouldn't care any less or more. Even when
I care too much, it's just right. The wind is
tearing me apart, yet I am up in my safe,
warm nest.