and so, we find
ourselves drifting
into a reverie; the
crickets start to
fade, the leaves
transform to
yellow
orange
red.

it's like the time
we wandered off
the trail and you
kissed me – the
air was cool and
those brilliant trees
hung above our
heads, dancing in
the breeze.

(there are only
so many ways
to say "i love
you. you are
my reason for

being.")