Trying to remember fall
— tumbling through mad memories.
My life revolves with the seasons.
Now is the time for mulling, assessing.
Sitting in dark cafes on snowy Sundays
and listening to sad, dark tunes
yesterdays’ frenzies, desperate remorse.
I have decided to learn happiness.
I have decided to learn your essence
to keep with me.
Happiness is not as costly as despair.
Love is easier than ire of yearning.