And Every Autumn is An Anniversary

The scent of fall
is on the wind
The smell of dying leaves
And reborn memories

Thoughts of the girls
Been and loved
Hurts and lies
first I loves yous

The first new hope
Rekindled in the light
Of the sun in the morning
As it hits the trees

Memories of secrets
Kept and discovered
and curb-side confessions

Numerous love letters
Of multiple pages
And 160 characters
lost to time and to ether
Like the dust of the leaves
Come November

But for now
There is remembrance
Of laughter and discovery
Of the girl
In the backyard
Alone with her music

Wishing she could do more
Than smell the scent of autumn

Wishing she could bottle it.

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