Autumn inside me

Always here, 
Somewhere.
You go around
Come around. 

How could that be?
You are not even 
In love with me.

Satisfied, safe.
I’m looking into 
Your eyes
They are your 
Biggest crime. 

But you don’t 
Even look at me 
In that way.

Weltsmerch.
Everyone tastes it. 
Once or much more.

Laying next to you 
Like apple in 
Still life painting.

How could that be?
You are not even 
Into me.

Suddenly, your voice 
Is travelling.
Come back! With your
Hands wide open 
Waiting for me 
To tuck in.

Aware of that 
I would grow 
Red and yellow leaves
later on,
I can’t decide.
But autumn is
Spreading inside.