As autumn hits, I find myself wallowing in my misery. Memories of what was and could’ve been gush through my head like the wind, along with the memories of you, like gorgeous autumn leaves flowing smoothly.
Without my wind I would not see you, for without you there are no seasons.
I shall soon stand against the wind and fall from the tree, floating above the ground as though it were still the fledgling birth of our love.
All my wind, my autumn leaves, my memories will soon compost along with me; for I will fade from existence.
My sweet Autumn, return unto me, for without you there is only wind.