autumn.

there's nothing like cold october rain
hitting bare skin,
glistening.
it gets colder as the day fades,
the full moon shines
through the fog and
the air is bracing.
she tip toes through
falling leaves,
wet,
and wonders
why.

love.

i keep losing track of days,
losing sleep.
they say i just can't manage time but
i don't think time exists at all.

and i try to form marks on the wall,
to tally up the moments passed.
'cause you keep saying "love"
as if it  means something.

i don't think i understand
anything.