(Poem) abscission

the sun falls
like autumn leaves,
and my memories of her become blurred.

an onslaught of tears soon follows,
and my mind
gets ready for winter.

it’s time to sleep, to
hibernate. it’s time to let it all
go, but

i can’t.

i want to go back to summer
when the sun was still high and the weather
was so nice. i
want it to be spring like
the blossoming flowers and the meadows
of verdant green.

i’m not ready
to let go.
i don’t want it to be winter, so

pull me back, tell me
that it’s not already over.
we can stay in autumn; we can stay
in the in-between.

just

you and me,

so hold me close once more
before it gets cold
like the final droplets of rain before snow.