its sweater weather
and i want to spend it with you
inhaling soft tendrils of crisp fall
bodies intertwined wearing nothing at all

long walks at midday
comforting silence? – too bad it isnt
the cold begins to rip through my veins
from my lashes and the sky it rains

porcelain teacup warming my nerves
calming my skin and heart
seeking solace in caffeine
i cant continue in this routine

this avoidance, this ignoring
i drag my feet through every day
pretending that it doesnt bother me anymore
the sharp fall air piercing my core