Forlorn Fall Flashbacks
Whenever I am alone, Be it in the morning, Just when the top of the golden sun Peaks over the North Adams mountain tops, As I sip on the bitter bliss That coffee brings me; Or in the afternoon, When I take a deep breath in, And note the October air Which smells crisp, Like my childhood adventures Through various piles of leaves As I sit on a park bench, Inhaling the autumn breeze Into my lungs And exhaling nostalgia; Or during the late evening When the stars spread across the sky, Like white dots Hole-punched Through the navy backdrop overhead, As I lay in the gray grass, Trying to fend off insomnia, I can’t help but to remember: You are under the same sky, Breathing in the same breeze, Feeling the same earth under your feet, And just knowing That you exist in my world Can make me feel less lonely.