kicking lonely through the autumn leaves
you wondering how life came to this.
but we're all still here,
like everything you miss:
the moment, the moon, the mirthful child's bliss.
staring like strangers who swear they knew,
sitting on benches while shadows grew,
rising up towards the night's debut,
moving like moths near the light of you.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 7:13 AM UTC
kicking lonely through the autumn leaves
you wondering how life came to this.
but we're all still here,
like everything you miss:
the moment, the moon, the mirthful child's bliss.
staring like strangers who swear they knew,
sitting on benches while shadows grew,
rising up towards the night's debut,
moving like moths near the light of you.