Today fall came and reminded me what it's like to be lonely.
Red leaves reminded me of his sharp cheeks and cigarettes.
Black coffee.
Blue grief.
The rain so heavy, and the wind howling.
His name taste likes sugar and rots my teeth.
The first letter resting on a plain gold ring.
I'll be waiting.
Grasping onto silence.
Under the same moon.
He is chasing midnight lights and drinking whiskey.
My soul calls for him every waking moment,
wandering the streets,
but no one responds.