I shiver.
"Oh well. I'll just deal, I guess."
I continue on my walk. Leaves fall around me, in wonderous colors - an explosion of change. A couple huddles together on a bench, whispering sweet nothings to each other quietly, getting lost in each other's worlds. A young boy walks his dog, easily being tugged along by the large canine. The smell of toasted, cinnamon almonds curls around my nostrils; a fleeting love carried away by the wind.
Fleeting.
Moving.
Fast.
"Too fast."
"Wait."
YOU ARE READING
dedicated
Poetry❝ there is only dedication, really. d e d i c a t i o n, a way to [find] it, and a way to [lose] it. ❞ {lowercase intended}
