The Gathering Fall

 

The Gathering Fall

These words are tombstones littering a graveyard of memories. My eyes have finally started to blind themselves to your ghost in all these old haunts. I've got one foot in the next world and the other is trying so hard to wipe my feet here. These old muddy boots have tread a few too many back roads, and dark paths. These eyes have wept in the depths of sorrow and uttered broken laughs. I lay these sentiments before you like roses among the cold empty air, as a visitor to the tomb of my own heart. The days of mourning a lost love have come to a close. I can see the winds of change pulling the stubborn leaves from the comfort of their branches. I can feel the breath of uncertainty as it caresses my cheek. This town holds the bones of dead dreams; the skeletons of old romance, and the burning silence of purgatory. I've burned my sins here in wasted breath and worthless words. I've felt the weight of a stone cross crush my iniquitous pride. I have seen the grave take you from me my ambitious bride. So in the stillness and quiet of the gathering fall, in the collective memories I lament... I shall remember that I loved you no longer my dear. I promise myself I'll forget