transitions

i always think of you in the autumn,
when leaves fall
with sharp winds.

maybe it’s from our past encounters,
closed local pools
echoing our voices.

from the cold catching our skin,
tangled hands
on frozen lips.

we didn’t have a summer love,
hearts in other places
far from reach.

but it ended how it started,
when a season ends
a new one begins.

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