when it’s fall outside
the air so dry and crisp
the leaves fall and the sun
the sun is growing heavy
weary
it falls slow from the sky
you can just barely see it
hands touching, fingers entwined
it dips beneath the windshield
it
f
a
l
l
s
leaves fall, fall into the windshield wipers
orange skeletons, relics of life, blooming
the color of sky, you give his hand a squeeze
and your heart –
your heart –
you’re falling
cool breeze tickles through an open window
you’re falling
something he says
and you laugh
you’re falling
and all you know
is
this