Autumn.
orange and yellow leaves
fall from trees within reach.
when I reach out, I grab one,
and it reminds me of you each time I speak.
leaves crunching under my feet,
dark oak wood trees surround me,
the air is quiet, calm, and sweet,
and still, I am not scared to be.
for every person’s eyes tell a story,
and when I look into yours,
they make me laugh, they make me smile,
but they also hurt me more.
for all the silent battles you’re fighting,
for everything you keep inside,
for every truth you’re hiding away,
every tear you never cried.
for the things no one listens to,
the pain no one tries to understand,
for everything that’s happened to you,
all cooped up, held in your hands.
but when I look into your eyes,
I see autumn, warm and true,
the leaves fall softly all around,
and autumn feels a little like you.
M