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.