Fall again, nature’s efficiency satisfies me
with the consistency of sunsets I no longer watch
still I might like to see one more
the crisp air stinging my face
leaves crackling underfoot
air expanding in my lungs
feeling again, one last time
a regretful reeling of every mistake
every love misunderstood, every path not taken
the sensation of winter’s loss
sends a chill through my core
of the constant anticipation of spring.
-L.J. Lenehan-
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