autumn smiles are softer than summer ones. it makes it easier to say goodbye.
like how leaving at just the right moment can leave both of your hearts full of joy for longer
you try to recreate that reaction when nothing's happened, but you're only remembering when;
you're only wanting what you borrowed to come back and pretend it's yours again.
none of this can matter because if it did. well then i'd be so much sadder. so much sadder than i've ever been.
hearts keep time, but won't chime like clocks to remind us how much has passed
at some point the odometer turns over. goes back. and even though you know you have travelled all that distance.
you've no way to prove. and you have to start all over again.
i don't have a memory to stamp it with. all those moments evaporate what once was saturated in now is dry as any desert.
how the colors turned so suddenly. and everything was barren.
i guess it doesn't matter how it began nor how it ended. only what happened in the meanwhile. if only something had.
