I always know when autumn approaches
The paths seem to stretch farther,
The cocoa mugs on the porch table empty faster.
And the sky dawns her crisp red velvet.
A time I tend to linger in, as if I lost something
On the dusty road back to certain friends,
That I left in Time's care.
Our intersecting paths passed too quickly
In pursuit of finding my ultimate parallel.
Life, delicate petals that are always crushed
In our crusade for something more.
Somehow friend, I have a different hope.
Not that you and I should Be today or tomorrow,
But that when I look inside--
Might I find part of you.
--Aaron Peterson--
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