HE never dreamed he'd be the last survivor, But one-by-one, the others left, or fell; The world changed colors, marking new arrival -- What some call autumn, but which he calls Hell But we don't get to pick most circumstances Affecting those around, their ins, their outs -- And it gets very hard, keeping perspective With no one left to reassure Our doubts
(Final official post of Nano Poblano 2022.)
Ahhh. I always think of autumn as such a beautiful time. This felt sad. And a little dark. But still beautiful all the same 🙂