Original Poems

Missing Autumn

She misses when the days were cool
And calm, and things were linear
(And though she’s told it doesn’t matter,
Back when she was skinnier)

She misses how the seasons slipped
Into each other gracefully —
But now her world is melting, though
She tries to take things patiently

She feels the sweat of so much worry
Tearing at her every day:
She misses when the world seemed cool
And calm, but all that’s gone

Away

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