The Leaves Of Our Summer Fall

Even now as we sit watching the leaves of our summer fall from our trees, we cannot quite believe how our time grew so old. We were there in the early spring with the whole year stretching out eternal before us. We had all the time in the world.

We had an endless summer where those seeds we planted grew up and away from us. Now they go about their own years, while we watch how our sun weakens and fades, our days growing shorter, with the darkness creeping ever closer. We can feel the chill of winter on the winds that blow towards us. There is the sense of ice growing in our blood.

Our world is turning away from the sun, our race almost run; even our clichés are wearing out as our winter draws ever closer. We have each other, though, to turn to as the light fades, even though neither of us ever thought it would come to this.

This wasn’t the year we thought our lives would live through. We didn’t expect it to turn out like this, but the touch of skin on skin as we wait for winter keeps us warm enough to carry on wanting to greet each new dawn together.