October 7, 2021

“October 7, 2018”

It thunders for a moment
And I like the way your hair falls over your eyes
A slow breeze drifts through the corn stalk
And shadows cast from the looming trees nearby
You dig your hands into your pockets
While I hold mine at my side
And though the sky is bleeding a purple orange
i promise i’m not tired this time
I follow your voice as it floats between hay bales
And screaming kids as they run by
You don’t notice me noticing you
But you smile just the same
And for that whole minute I am captivated by your movements
And wait patiently for you to call my name
It’s October and I’m not afraid of autumn anymore
The leaves falling are just some kind of game
And I understand them now, how they hold their colors so well
And then lose them all when they hit the ground.