These are the things I know

Here is what I know to be true

The leaves fall off the trees in autumn and

The weather gets quite cold this time of year

The sun picks itself up out of bed every morning and

You wake up to coffee

 

But I don’t know

If the leaves will crunch under a ghost’s feet,

Or how cold my hands will be to the touch

How you will pick yourself up out of bed every morning

And wake up to coffee.