Other Autumns

Fall days fade away,
As the ever-endearing late-day sunshine
Spreads dusk in its wake.
I move through the chill air,
Warmed by memories of other autumns, other times,
Full of love and indulgence,
Soft kisses and hard drugs,
Leather jackets zipped against the urban cold
As we searched for the warm spot between us.
Living and loving as if that was all the world was,
And we couldn't imagine it being different.
Couldn't imagine that we would grow old and cool.
Couldn't imagine all the things to come.