The Forgotten Fall

It’s the leaves whipping around with their scattered colors on the ground

That reminds me.

The wind so cold it aches, passing cemetery gates as the sun comes out too late

That reminds me.

None of this will matter at all

Just a dream lost in the forgotten fall

And it won’t kill me every time you call.

 

It’s the pumpkins smashed and maimed on the darkest of the days

That reminds me.

A hill impossible to climb and the remnant left behind

That reminds me.

None of this will matter at all

Just a dream lost in the forgotten fall

And I walk away standing tall.

 

But, it’s this young girl’s eyes that look up at me as she cries

And I just can’t explain why

That reminds me.