She was never lost;
the blackberries sang of demise long before they were dropped from their thorns and spun dizzy down the river

Autumn danced (bare feet) toward the dawn they met (bowed to kiss her hand…before anything else)

She laughed as if she had never known love and he sighed for f o r e v e r
and for the first time she noticed just how brown his eyes really were..

-

“What’s your favorite color?” he screamed through the wind in the leaves.

“Gunmetal grey.” She replied, lighting one more cigarette to burn in one last blissful memory.

He only thought about leaving. “Why would you like that color?” he whispered back, picking up the shards of glass after she fell/flew out the window.

.

“Because no one else does.”