As the wind blew past us, so gently fell the leaves from the trees. You put your arm around me, and said it feels romantic, watching the mist fall on the lake with me.
You kissed my shoulder and seemed to want to collapse into me. You said you haven’t felt this way in a long time, and you started to list off your regrets – how you used to wish you could go back and change things, but now it’s okay, because you ended up meeting me.
A fresh green tree flourished next to one of dying yellow.