the leaves keep changing colors,
and it’s a constant reminder
that time
slips through our fingers
and won’t take no for an answer.

you and i, though,
we could hide ourselves away
and stop the moments—
for just a little while, anyway.

i keep waiting for you,
behind the locked door and closed windowshades.

you never seem to come.
but winter
always does. 

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