sad
because it’s bright
when i wake

just
another day
to miss you

to fill with motion
walking,
as to not don’t drink you
working,
so you don’t see me fail

it’s a strange survival

guilty
for wasting the afternoon

i could have chased you around
town

but instead, i’m watching
the blue jays and cardinals
fight outside my window

crips
and bloods

i was forest green
you were maroon

gas
and flame

there was no point to this
before you

now
nothing

-

but oh, autumn.