Autumn, di Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Autumn

Autumn sneaks in

preceding dormancy

Leaves take on new beauty

with nothing left in them but a fall from grace

Individually insignificant

while masses burden

The colors give the illusion of burning out

but we really just fade away

(2012)

#Autumn #DeathLife

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting

Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did