I wanted to

I wanted to turn left I really did

My hands were begging, in fact

If only they could touch you, gripping your back

In your monster hugs

I miss your embrace

What I would do to see your face

What kind of deal did you make with the gods

To imprint on a whole season

Every smell of autumn air and sip of warm coffee is you

Just you

I wish I understood it but matters of the heart are fickle as we know

Sometimes it’s a yes

Sometimes it’s a no

All of this is to say

I hope you feel as in love as I do

Maybe not with thoughts of me but with your life

With the changing of the seasons

With the promise of winter

The smell of the air, the music, the trees, all of it

I hope you’re in love too

- I wanted to turn left