As if, she reminisces…
I fall out in love
Not…and I fall …again
Alive…out of Grace …again
Extraordinary love at all.
Like the leaves from the trees that autumn… (that fall); they fell too hastily to recall where they came from, blinding the world with the crimson of passion new. And that was when I realized… (when I knew), as they withered and writhed at my feet in a colorful and unabashed dance for lost causes, I knew that it was time for you to go… (to leave.)
And I remember how the winter came too soon, that year. I remember unforgiving white as it came to bury the autumn… (the fall… my fall… ours,) the winter I fell out of love, until it was as if it was never there at all. Or at least I think I remember…
I fell out of love
and then I found that Grace was gone.