Fall

The ache of you/ still falls on me, Comes regularly like seasons And always, it finds me- In ten thousands shades of winter So many things/ my fault I know These things that keep us apart But this distance it breeds an aching need Like a slow pain Through my heart Last night I was remembering Those days before our cold war Love, then.... So alive and crisp in the autumn leaves discovering your philosophies.. for simply knowing... Knowing you was a natural gift But human nature has her memory- when every season feeds upon the past When hearts remain unforgiving Love falls...... like seasons- never meant to last And when spring merely greets with one lonely strain of light dreaming through a weeping willow I'll know why the branches- hide from sight Love fades like paper turning yellow