november

it's getting colder now 

so it reminds me of our best times

they say love changes a person

filters it all rose colored

tranquility of quiet afternoons

of cozy comedowns

of hazy naps

of warm food and a cold house

of a future bright and lazy

the year after that i would unravel

not understanding that if it makes you feel good

(not for a moment, like a late night cookie binge)

(but for many months of slow burn and soft mornings)

then it must be good

i could apologize but i cannot

because words mean nothing 

compared to our early silences

i will take us back

(may i?)

i love you with all my ofter misdirected energy

my angel person