Autumn (Poetry)

autumnthe red seasons are coming
with its orange sun and the leaves browning
but we are not prepared
or is that what you have said?
i can see the smile you are keeping
it is so bright and blinding
and mocking and saying
flames like breaking.
am i just the metaphor
you always just need for
a clean check of reality
and a secured view of clarity?
but do not answer it today
it seems i have found it, anyway.
i am just going to pretend shocked
when you drop your words, unlocked.
and, dear, remember
i am the hardest to forget, ever.

WORD COUNT: 96


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