Spiced leaves fall around me.
A calm breeze stops time.
The surroundings glow in the setting sun.
And your hand is wrapped around mine.

A love like this ends in tragedy.
Leaves are quickly dying on trees,
The moon wanes ever brighter on crypts,
And the dead are no longer asleep.

Be by my side.
Spring is after the cold.
With patience we will make it out alive.
But in the end we will be old.
© J.X.