The Mist Of Autumn

The Mist Of Autumn

The mist of autumn, a cool, quiet breeze—

it feels like last year,

though I wish it wouldn’t be.

The rain keeps falling,

each drop swelling the puddles wide.

But it’s not the same air,

not the same time,

not the same thing that made me want to die,

Maybe this autumn will be different,

or maybe it’s just an automatic reset.

I guess only time will tell,

Though, I wish the leaves fell sooner.