In the fall,
The leaves will turn,
A deadly shade of red.

And I can see them lying,
Beneath the bodies of the dead.

The answer hovers over me,
Like a ghost,
Everywhere.

I know that she will find me,
My scent frozen in the air.

The fire soothes my soul,
‘Til it’s burnt all the way through.
And the waterfall of memories,
Will change from black to blue.

Nostalgia chokes me,
Makes me cry,
‘Til finally, I see,
That the only one at fault,
Is undoubtedly me.