I forget to watch the leaves change in fall,
and notice the cold that creeps the ground.
Lost to me are the many notes and sounds
of people as they greet each one and all.
In my chest is a glimmering, bright, ball
of light that burst like blooms in spring. Unbound
from all laws, that love of life I have found
is one uncompared to the things of fall.
It is that which is deep endless laughter.
It is that which is lost and quiet, but
distinct and present in those sweet moments.
I speak of the friendship we are after.
It ignores the seasons with windows shut.
If I have that love, I don't care where the seasons went.