I hear your voice,
like autumn,
ringing of a world I’ve lost.

But even still,
I miss you like you never knew my name.

Summer’s silenced our entire symphony;
the strings lay silent, packed away
with memories and moments past.

I would kill for just one note to play that you could hear
above the din of every sunrise spent apart.

Today I talked about
the end of March;
or more specifically
the start of all the things
that make my walk to
fall accelerate.

But even still,
I miss you like you’re never coming back.

A lyric catches fire in my heart;
separate music parts are joined
with falling leaves’ refrain,
but I must temporarily remain without
our perfect broken circle on display.


I will miss you until my gaze meets with yours,
Until all we are is counted towards the everyday
And cherished with the pain of seasoned love.