leaves whirling down like confetti to
decorate our quiet path. you’d be
my favorite flannel that i pull from
the bottom drawer when
the atmosphere shifts and the air
becomes brisk. it has stretched-out
cuffs and a loose button
in the middle, but it never ceases
to embrace my cold bones perfectly.
you’d be a hot cup of black coffee
that i cradle in my hands
for a long while before
ever taking a sip. the warmth seeps
through my veins and opens my eyes
to things i forget to notice. you’d be
a window dotted with raindrops
that i could stay by for hours, watching
the world turn its page and go on to
the next chapter. through you,
i can see why change is important and
greet it with an outstretched hand. you’d
be my knee socks that i like to sport
because they make me feel a little more
like me. they remind me to never stop
being who i am even when
the seasons change. you’d be
a fireplace crackling with invitation,
saying, “come sit with me, let’s watch
the flames dance.” you would slip your
hand in mine, just the right amount of
nervous, and i’d lace our fingers tighter
in attempts to touch your soul. and i would
think to myself, “october is my favorite
month of all.”