Fall
Fall, my favorite time of year has been ruined. Destroyed by thoughts and time and distance. Unable to watch the passing of the colors. The enjoyment of the children in warmer clothes. Jackets. Jeans out of need. Thoughts penetrate all functions. As if a movie in which scenes are replayed as easily as pressing the rewind button. Tivo of the mind. For someone who revels in the ability to forget, this new “feature” drives him to near madness. Unable to cope, the desire for the end stands in the corner. Waiting for the nod. Waiting for the sign that its time to leave the party. He looks to me often. I’m not ready to go yet, I’m just pissed I missed the leaves changing color. Maybe next year will be better. No matter if it is, it will always be different from this point forward. I am sorry little ones, I have always tried my best for you. I always will. Always for you. Now, put a jacket on dammit!
