This Fall

I want to decorate my balcony
in hues of sunset shades and paint
my room delicately bright and bold
and plant a few marigolds
in the backyard as the sunshine unfolds
and the leaves outside grow brown and old.
I want to fall in love
in October with October
of my life. Every fall I feel like
this is going to be the last but the misery
never ends, it reignites my dead cells and my cheeks
turn rosy red like blossoming apple harvests, my eyes
unfurl in awe of the glaring fall.
As mother hangs the clothes in the balcony
under the welcoming sun and slow breeze blows
over my head I see the golden hour rush
finding its feet back again. The world rises up
in admiration together, every street feels
like a falling paradise I am waiting for you
to be with you.
To be us
Is enough.