When the golden red leaves of autumn
Fall around me
Tears spring to my eyes unexpectedly
I cannot take in so much
Beauty at once
Words catch at my throat as i wonder
If this is going to be the moment
I remember all my life
It's not though
Life catches tou unawares,
Without so much drama
And the moments you remember
Are ones you are not
Forewarned of
In the morning
She will want to talk,
Always
To recount her dreams
To plan her day
To be asked if her silence
Is from nightnares
To have her dreamy eyes acknowledged
Her wandering hands rested
Her tremble comforted
And she will want, most of all
To hear from him
Sometimes
She is met with the same enthusiasm
Sometimes, with an indifference
That she will work hard to overlook
While seeming nonchalant about it
(Because he cannot know that she cares)
And sometimes,
She is met with a mobile phone
And she is still
Trying to learnt the etiquette of
Whether it's ok
To take it away and demand attention
Whether she should ask to be a part of it
Or whether she should go about her day
As if nothing unusual happened
At first glance
You might pass it up
As nothing of note
But one that
You come back to
Again and again
Because
It had no flaws
To note
