Autumn Lieu

I dream of those solemnly yellow glows;

They illuminate the very wonders of autumn temperament

The rays give off a complexion of jazz notes, cold fall nights and an unfinished alcoholic toast

Chet Baker's ''Almost Blue'' plays in the background

While  we're on our youth high horse

Funny how we experience escapism by leaving and keeping busy or staying by ourselves the most.

There's an apartment out there which is yet to be lived in and called my own

A street yet to be walked on and a bus I have yet to run for

There are lips which have yet to be kissed and kindness yet to be shared

Meals which have yet to be ventured and freshly washed socks mysteriously left to be unpaired

Alas, we wake up and sleep every day that comes my darling

Thinking that tomorrow is guaranteed and that hardships have been delayed, if not, shunned

When all we really want, for the most part, is for bliss and sorrow to be shared and not tackled alone

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