{Fall}

It started when you said you liked my voice.
It happened when you said you liked how outgoing I was.
Soon enough, my feelings started to turn like the summer air.
And even though they couldn't feel it any longer- the warm air hitting their skin-
I felt it in me.
Because it lite me up like the summer night sky.
But soon enough, my feelings started to turn like the autumn leaves.
And even though they were falling, they were crisp and rigid.
Brown and withered.
And as the months dwelled on, you became fascinated with someone else.
And I became like a lonesome Christmas tree watching you from the window when really you were lite so much brighter than me.
When the new year rolled around,
I promised myself I would stop.
And I did for a while- and then rumours swirled about us- and like the winter air, I became frosted and still.
But I kept thinking of that summer air and how it kept me warm inside and how the leaves fell in the fall like my feelings and how the winter air chilled my bones with thoughts of you.
And then I remembered, "I like the sound of your voice."
And the seasons mixed together.