The trees are burning oranges and reds
But there’s no smoke
As the crispness of the air
Has cooled my hot tears
I walked down the hill
Filled the reminiscence of summer
No one was there to chat
Alone, I headed for home
With the clear blue skies following me
They reminded me of yr eyes
When you are glad
This didn’t cross my mind
Until I reached the door
Trying to unlock it
The key was stuck once more
However, you are not at home
To let me in
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May this not lead to one afternoon too many and let not the beauty be tainted with a familiar sorrow that refuses to be shaken off.