Eras of my life flash before my eyes
as the leaves change color,
each hue a reminder of time slipping by.
My mind and body revert back
to sleepless nights and endless thoughts,
reminiscing on my younger years,
freezing moments of my adolescence.
Every fall, I’m taken back to you,
the day you told me I had to grow up.
How could you say such a thing
when at night you'd fly off to Neverland,
taking me with you,
wrapped up in dreams and starlit skies?
With every autumn breeze, chills down my spine
grow colder with grief,
another fall has slipped away,
echoing the question,
how many more will I experience?
With family, friends, or perhaps a family of my own?
My daughter or son will try to cherish fall,
to hold it close,
but like always,
autumn will slip right out of their hands,
the way every fall does,
when you’re not in Neverland.
love it!♥️
love this 🤍