The Scent of Fall

I still recall as yesterday
The lovely scent of fall;
The breeze that blew her hair, and the
Sheer magic of it all

But there is memory in grief,
And grief in memory —
I still recall the scent of fall:
That’s all that’s left
For me

too much for sight

things can be too much for sight;
we must not then be
vision-bound

those times, we have to close our eyes,
and feel our way
around

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He asked no questions;
So, she had
No lies to answer for –

He needs not judge
Between rock hard
And lenient —

She broke “the facts”:
She’s sorry,
She can’t use those anymore –

She uses people:
That’s much more
Convenient

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You want the truth:
I’m sorry, I don’t have it.

Except for this:
I want to be your habit,
Like how you pull your hair
Off of your eyes —

So come on: why not try me on
For size?

She said to come and love her, since
To love needed no reason —
He listened, as was due her need,
Responding, then, in kind

She said to keep the covenant;
To break it would be treason —
He listened, as was fit and right,
And so kept true in mind

She said: to love, it knows no age,
No distance, and no season —
He listened, with his ears and heart
Although his eyes grew blind

So keep the windows, open, and
Let all the light and breeze in —
And listen, always, to your love,
And so be
Intertwined