michaelmorganb

Fall leaves and green eyes had a hold on me like a riptide and I was floatsam in your wreckage.
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Could have seen it coming a mile away but only wish I'd stayed.

The autumn trees, basking in their last moments of glory, burnished in auburn and crimson tides which crest and withdraw to leave fallen sailors behind. Their broken bodies, a whisper from the future; that this moment is fleeting, that it is special, and that as with all things, it will fade, for winter waits by the door.

Where our paths crossed after twelve years, in a sunset of past tears. Drove me home and looked over at me, would it be okay? For one last memory? Would it be alright, only for one night?

Dusty roads. Autumn sun. Promises of moving on. 🍁🍂