What did Autumn ask of you?
What did Autumn ask of you
On trails of fallen leaves
Where children stomp
Adults stroll and winds scatter?
What did your eyes seek
Among the rust, the gold?
You were the rod, the arm, the voice
You were honey withdrawn
From my soul
A foggy, misty morn
Is what I remember
Walking along the lane
The trees barely able to contain themselves,
Laughing and dropping leaves
You were the mirage in the distance
You were the note written on the leaf
That said “i love you”
Which a stranger placed in my hand
When I find the stranger, I’ll ask –
Was it you?
In the meantime, I cannot speak.
What did Autumn ask of you
Or what did I, for that matter?
You barely knew me
Lonely shadows in the day
Shimmering stars at night
Searching for ourselves
Searching for those words.
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