on the autumn riddled wound path
to my home, the reddened leaves
crack and falter under my footsteps,
fragile facade of beauty trembling under
my crushing abyss, sinking, fall's composed
magic crumbles under my solemn weight.
ghosts of smells i once loved fill the air.
letting the ashy air grasp my empty hands,
i feel a sincere warmth from within,
radiating, sinking in and becoming one,
unfaltering unlike the ground beneath me,
steady, fortified, safe; an unshakable foundation.
the world is still painted in the same monochrome
as it always has been; the four seasons change
just as how my feelings falter as they pass by.
but all i can have now is the homely scent
of warm spice and flora, my sweaty palms,
the lunar eclipse in your eyes and the swirling
abyss of my newfound youth, for no matter what
stars i see in any other, i shall still be drawn into,
and return to only, only you.
