Autumn Mist

Like the autumn goes…so it seems I wonder how the leaves know When to fall and drift away Losing a loved one, is like that Sometimes you know it’s coming And sometimes it’s here and gone As the heart is the one left to grieve Wondering where and why it feels so empty now Love is fleeting, love divine So the writers say, but still I wonder Why love has to hurt so much? Is it because true love costs so much But gives ever more? Or is it because of our old wounds That we carry through our lives Like a trunk of old photos and memories we never want to keep But somehow can’t throw away Maybe the only way to really love Is to really love, to give away More than just a feeling, and more than Just a greeting card, maybe Love is something we’re born with But are afraid to use When at last we find love in the losing Rushing through a side door. Perhaps it was waiting for us, in some sweet and sad disguise Or maybe it comes upon a soul Like an autumn mist