I’ve been missing the autumn leaves
And you too.
I didn’t know I have.
The others are all so pretty and nice
And can be liked, if they allow, if I had.
Doesn’t that sound presumptuous?
Happiness is not picky,
So what difference does it make?
But it does.
And I didn’t know it does,
Though I still don’t believe my words,
For I can fake love or martyrdom,
Like I was a messiah forgotten by prophecy.
The thing is anyway,
I thought I was OK and fine
Until I heard Natalie sing “Autumn leaves”.
Why did she have to sing autumn in my summer?
She looks so happy to sing,
In her glittering dress and smile.
But then, this is joy crafted by art.
I never know what the proper feeling is,
If this is meant to be a sweet or sad song.
The thing is anyway,
Leaves never fall here,
On my island where you never came,
As far as I know.
The leaves here are called persistent,
Evergreen like green eyes.
I remember October and its orange leaves, or was it yellow?
School boys and girls and mothers
Slippery pavements with slopes above seas.
That was in the morning
Cold and alive and perfumed with joy.
And then came the evening
A caring waitress and dinner
Your red wine and lips.
I never drink alcohol
Unless it’s made out of breath.
I remember the owner and cook,
His patience and umbrella,
Lent and brought back.
For in autumn everything starts to fall,
The leaves, the rain, the angels,
Like strangers falling in love.
Surely we’d never fall apart,
We liked to think.
But here I am
Missing the autumn leaves
And you too.
And I listened to Natalie purposely,
Because she sings “Autumn leaves”.
And she sings it better than I can write
Sincere truth in plain and simple words.