Autumn is ending 

but my linger for you is like the sky

it’s endless.

I miss you,

I miss your warmth that saved me from 

that harsh winter night.

What if I was a dead leaf,

a leaf that abandons it’s home when winter calls.

Would I then be able to reach you?

I’ve become like one of the fallen leaves,

in need to taunt it’s grave under the heavy ice

but the time seemed to have stopped.

I was once conscious

Then you left like the winter

But even in the cold, dark winter

I was like summer, I was awake. 

I hate you

The crystal snow that was once our shooting star

is no longer there.

The shattering sound of the lifeless leaves

reminds me of the time you left

I hate you even more.

For you I was strong 

I was stron even if I was hurting 

But now I’m sick of this 

Is it really the ‘time’ that I hate?

Is it you?

Is it the winter,

that reminds me of how much I miss you.

Is it the Autumn,

that reminds me of your absence.

Or is it your untruthful passion.