Falling Out

The mingling scent of Fall,

Orange crispy leaves, 

Crushed about softly.

The fragrance of an eternal

Summer Love blended 

Into the red and brown hues.

I could recall the fragrance

Of his shifty presence

Of the cloudy fancy words

Creating autumnal bliss

Waking up to the sound

Of his low pleasant voice

Resounding, rippling playfully.

Feeling the warmth of 

His touch; the gradual shivers

It blew through me.

Come spring, it's all changed.

The wave-like emotions

Of Love and Hate

Of Faith and Trust. 

Everyone's found a special one

Those who promised to stay,

Have stepped far away.

And I'm more than a bit lonely

In a crowded room

Full of tormenting tones of joy.

As I walk down the pavement,

The springtime darkness

Evokes a creeping fear,

An unexplained sentiment.

It's strange how the aggregation

Of love and happiness can make

the most terrible elements seem bright

Yet when the churning dust of

A fiery feverish Fall settles,

All that's left is a Barren Mind.

If Falling out could feel this way,

Without his fleeting whispers,

Without his reassurance,

With and without sleepless nights.

It's a fight to stay in Love,

To cling on to your loneliness

To smile, when you don't want to,

To laugh, when everyone is,

And to believe that someday

Your thoughts will set you free.