I am your shadow,
hiding in the curve of the streets,
something you left behind and said,
promised, lied,
that you wouldn't forget,
I put together all your clues.

You made a mistake,
one I hope you regret,
because each of them was a tiny piece of you,
I figured you out,
and when you come back,
I won't bother to fall back,
in love and forget.

and your brown eyes are the
but I never really felt that attached to the season,
and besides,
when fall comes it burns to an end,

just like what happened,
to us,
because we used to be freinds.