I apologize
In my head
When I step where you sit
For I appreciate
Being
My idea of human
Then you sat your big fat ***
Where I must step
And we come
Uncomfortably close
And I see
That we are comfortable
And I
Maybe even you
Must change
The idea
Of human

Tomorrow is saturday
and today just another day
Forgotten
With the wish to be remembered
Today is just another day
that I wake up
To the sun on the floor
And warmth in the bone
Today is just another day
To be forgotten

Let me know about you ¨
By simply  
Conversing with me

I don’t want to live by the sea
For where others see
Possible possibilities
I see
Impossibilities
  I want to live
By the tree
The tree outside my window
With the sky always
Perfectly
Molded behind it
And moving
Silently
  It is a possibility
For being still

New, strong
and yet so fragile
The rose
It stands
Like a symbol of life
and death
And successfully
They preserve
Its beauty
They keep it
**** it
So it can be
Forever young
And beautifully
She stands
The rose
A memory of life

My name is Autumn, you know me well
I am the chill wind, the low sun, the fallen leaves
I am your cup of tea, and the rain that falls
I am the wet grass beneath your feet, the burning leaves on the trees
I am the comfort of your lover’s arms; I am the waiting for the Winter
I am wet and I am damp, I am mild and I am sweet
And as you look at all my colours, Winter makes her entrance
And she will freeze your skin and heat your heart, till Fall comes and calms her down.
Then, when Summer has made you warm and tired, once again I will come- beautiful as ever
Autumn- that is my name, you know me well

When I look at you
I see
The space between your two front teeth
And I notice
Your context

When I look at you
I see your humanly beauty
And I notice
Someone artistic
Of choice
And need

When I look at you
I see
Your curly hair
And I notice
Someone unfinished
Aspirating to be
You
And so much more
Than you

When I look at you
I see
Concentration
And I notice
Everything I need you to be

When I look at you
I see
Relatively
Small eyes
And I notice
That they are soft
And I noticed
A certain
Curiosity
Intriguingly
Near

But now
When I look at you
I see someone
Who once knew me
And I notice
Melancholia
Only in me