Your hair bathed in sunlight
A perfect mess of tangled strands
and a braid so impeccably beautiful.
A small fragment of the memories I have of you,
will remain in the past
As we proceed on.
Once blinded by the engulfing nostalgia
and love for things that stay for but a moment
I remember now
How you warned of this.
Am I at fault,
for delaying autumn
in the false dream of an endless summer,
oblivious to the beauty of winter?
I'll let the leaves fall now,
and only ask of you to remember