You would love Fall;
It’s just the kind of weather you always waited for.
When the seasons changed and you
blasted Christmas music months too early:

Those were the moments in which you came alive.

And then Winter encroached—the season when
All our eyes could see was snow
blanketing the Common
showering from the sky
in an act that, for the moment, Christened you and I

As cold air leaked through the shoddy windows,
As we indulged in restaurants we could not afford,
As futures became transfixed through rose-colored kaleidoscopes;

Life was quite simple, then.


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