After this or any other summer.

Autumn at length
declares that she has lost enough
she takes her leave
she sets her things beside the door

and whispers Once

I might have loved you

but now she says I'm not so sure.

You and I have been gone so long
and now I can't be sure so long.

So slow her heart
aches out of me and settles where
I cannot reach
we chance to meet but she demurs
and whispers Once


I thought I'd miss you


but now she says I'm not so sure.

You and I have been gone so long

and now I can't be sure so long.


A tragedy
that two hearts frame a season ends
but does not fade
and Autumn still sits sweet allure
and whispers Once

I had forgot you

but now she says I'm not so sure.
You and I have been gone so long

and now I can't be sure so long.


I cannot help but be so sure
that this is just so long


for now


so long.


This heart is so comfortable.

Here. This place.
City stretched out beneath us.
This is the place we always come back to.
You 
(just just outside me) sitting hip to hip,
laughing so so so


I wrap my arms around.
Try to hold you down.
 Not long.
Just time enough to trace a line
around something I saw before
I met
 you you you


Then my fingers wander
In your hair. You. Don't.
 Even.
Try. And I am so amazed that
you (just being there) are wonderful enough
to
 capture me


I think you might be

Broken (but that's okay


Me too).