Autumn’s Farewell Glance

The autumn air breathes silent sorrow,

Leaves fall like dreams that drift away,

In farewell hues, through endless darkness,

My empty hopes begin to sway.

The city slows beneath the rainfall,

Its pulse in heavy, misted grey,

And somewhere in the depth of memory

Your gaze — distant, not mine to stay.

A fog of parting gently settles,

The whispers of warm words subside,

Leaves twirl in wistful, weary dances,

Like love long gone and cast aside.

I cannot reach you, touch, or warm you,

Your distant eyes won’t turn to me,

Yet autumn, like a breath, will whisper

Of my last longing silently.

Yet deep within my soul will stay

The dream of you and me at peace.

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