Fall

The season is changing.
The air is changing.

My favorite season to witness change is summer into fall. The air. The leaves. The sky. Most of all, the air.

The fall air is here.
I'm starting to feel you.

A breeze crosses my face and shifts my bangs.
I remember how you FEEL.
The air chills my skin and I shiver. I reach for your hand which I never find.
I zip up my hoodie, put my hands in my pockets and close my eyes. I can feel your hands next to mine.
I can hear your voice in the trembling leaves and blades of grass.
A warm tear rolls down my cheek and I imagine your perfect lips kissing my pains away. All of my relief was always... you.
I realize I've stopped breathing and I let go of the cold air I was holding in my lungs. I cry. I crumble.
The air I feel you in
The air I find solace in
The air that brings me joy
Starts to suffocate me.

This is the season of death.
I will die every time I get lost in the air. My favorite air.
The fall air.
Fall, I shall.