Jenna-Rose

I sit alone and remember Wonderful days gone by; We used to hold hands And whisper words of love On this hard wooden bench In the warm summer sun. But now summer's gone, And you've moved on. Autumn has swept the land, Leaving leafy ceilings and carpets Of bright red, orange, and gold; Like fire against the dusky gray skies. Cold, lonely mornings; Dark, lonely evenings. I can almost hear your laughter Among the brittle dancing leaves; And my heart feels as cold As the bitter chill of the wind. Our Overlook is a blur of Beautiful colors through my tears.