Leaves Fall

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
what was.