Fall And Falling

Autumn seems to fall a little less every year, adding to winters might,
While cigarettes burn more vivid and clear, then the stars that once blazed so bright,
Time ever fleeting once crawled so slow, that wasting it was time well spent,
Heartbreaks I thought I would never let go, now just poetry left unsent,
These are the thoughts that go through my head, in a fall that’s barely falling,
What's left to die, seems already dead, upon winters early calling,
But still I sit, to watch the leaves crawl, and listen to the eerie sound,
Of the many voices of a dying Fall, skittering upon the ground,
And as they run over the frozen cement, to gather at my feet,
I hear Fall die, and start to lament, Autumns unjust and untimely defeat,
For though most seasons will come anew, with each turn of the sun,
I knew Falls days were numbered and few, a battle that couldn't be won,
Autumn seems to fall a little less every year, till one day it didn't show,
Summer and Winter now never so near, but no one but me would know,
For only I could see it's rapid decline, and hear its mournful crying,
For mixed in the words of Fall's and mine, was the fact that we were both dying…