Outside autumn slowly replaces summer. The leaves shed their green garments and dress like burning flames. Another year has passed since last I aged and nothing is quite the same.

Yes, the world is turning on its axis. The sun is shining from somewhere far away. The stars dance dressed in the fabric of the night sky. But they too are not here to stay.

The people, I met, have claimed my heart. They have written their names alongside yours. These names die like butterflies during winter, and rings out like a final ouverture.

And maybe you bloom, just like the flower, the summer brings the comfort of the sun. But until then you will stay hidden in my heart as life goes on.

Outside summer slowly turns to autumn. And like birds who journeys south, you leave me. Remember, in me you have an ally against the darkness that stems from not having the strength to be.