The Forgotten Fall

It’s the rotting pumpkins on the ground

The dead leaves blowing around

It’s the hallow of the sound

That reminds me.

 

A wind so cold it aches

Passing cemetery gates

And the sun comes out too late

That reminds me.

 

That none of this will matter after all

Dreams pass like the forgotten fall

And it wont kill me every time you call.

 

Having only pride to hold me tight

As I turn off the light

And I’ve lost all will to fight

That reminds me.