The leaves are falling and so am I.
As everything around me dies I am able to see the spark in us again.
I feel warmth despite the bitter gust of wind against my skin.
Goosebumps form and I'm not sure if it's the wind or you.

It's temporary I tell myself.
I don't want to hurt you anymore.
In a few months when the sun returns I will find my way back.
I'm trying hard not to stray from where I've been.

This winter is harsh and not because it's my first one spent in Chicago.
Duty calls and what's good for me has gone with Uncle Sam.
Waiting for letters and phone calls that never come.
I've never been good with being alone.

Taking advantage of friendly gestures because I know where you stand.
Secretly wondering if the time will ever be right.
Telling myself it's not too far but wanting to go further.
I feel as if I'm no longer able to see the line between right and wrong.

Tonight you crashed your truck and I was last to know.
Words aren't making sense and this is the ******* poem I've ever written.
It's also the first time I've written in months.
You inspire me.

I don't know how to separate what is real or of the moment.
There's a tidal wave that's getting harder to push back.
Pretty soon the pressure will destroy an entire village
And I'm scared I'll be the only one standing among the wreck.