if you were to ask me how i feel,

i’d say you remind me of autumn,

in the way

that leafy color change

isn’t beautiful enough to stop the trees from dying

you can count on me

to always watch your leaves concede,

until eventually it’s winter,

and the snowy waters seep into

the seeds i’ve saved come may

and in that same breath

i’ll watch them grow,

knowing the season that separates us

is a home to them