there was something about the fall,
the way the fallen leaves set the sidewalk on fire.
all vanishing in just a matter of weeks.
there was something about the way you showed up.
gently and unexpectedly.
with talks of what makes our hearts explode
and daydreams sketched inside notebooks,
painting them in one-by-one
like our days were numbered.
there was something about
the chilled wine. the warm spaces.
brisk walks and rose-stemmed conversations.
blurry nights and the decision to stay up too late.
dancing in the dark along cityscapes.
string quartets, heart eyes, hitting send.
only to become your latest trend.
there was something about the spark,
like a new candle
and the hesitation to light it.
because
there was something about the way
burning flames always run out
in the fall.
