waking up among the gilded leaves,
they shine like new honey against the sky.
i have wished for years
for a feeling i can’t reclaim –
that was lost from me one October when I was sixteen.
i breathe the scent of possibility,
and it fills my lungs with the need to move forward.
and yet I also need stillness,
i need a simple cup of coffee and conversation,
i need my heart to glow crimson with a feeling